• It was a night as any other. The darkness lingered in every corner where the light couldn’t reach. The dull cry of the wind against the windows creaked through his bones. Her breathing was driving his mind insane. He felt this need to be with her. Music creating an ambiance in the room. Although it all seemed miles away in his mind. Her beauty had captured him completely. Silence crept in as the conversation slowly faded as their eyes met. Slowly he moved closer, her heart began to race. Face to face they stood, eyes locked and lips barely apart. Their breathing nearly stopped as they began to kiss. Passion echoed throughout their bodies, pulsating with every movement. Their tongues working as sculptors’ fashioning a masterpiece. With a brisk motion he laid her onto her back, the lights dimmed as if by instinct. He ran his hands down the nape of her neck, following the lines of her body. Heavily she started to breath as her kissed her neck, pausing briefly to breath. He slowly began to remove her shirt, uncovering her immensely beautiful figure. Her skin as soft as velvet, his hands rough from labor yet gentle as a lamb he caressed her. She leaned closer, kissing him gently as she removed his shirt. Her fingers tracing along his abs. laying her down again he began to kiss her along her chest, slowly motioning towards her navel. He paused at the start of her skirt, only to smile at her endearingly. Sliding her skirt down her smooth legs, carefully undressing her as if disarming a time bomb. he climbed onto her again, taking care not to apply pressures unneeded. Whilst they lay there embracing each other, he slipped his hands behind her back, undoing her bra with fingers nimble from precise work. The moment seemed to pause has he stared in amazement at her eyes, whilst his hands explored the curvature of her breasts. Her nipples now erect from his touch, smiling up at him. Inviting her gaze became, begging if not pleading for release from this unbearable wanting. he then began kissing her neck again, slowly going down. Down towards her breasts. His tongue a nimble painter, placed under pressures. She let slip a slight moan of pleasure and began to take control. She flung him onto his back and removed his pants with the veracity of an animal prepared to kill. His erect p***s now stood prominent and exposed. She sat on his stomach and began to kiss him. His hands ran through her hair as she caressed his torso. The windows had begun to fog up with their passions. Their hearts had begun to beat together, synchronized by the love they shared. The darkness hide them from prying eyes, the cold that lay outside was dulled and the winds had silenced. The echoes of the home ceased as he turned her over. Removing her underwear whilst nibbling on her inner thigh. Then in a single motion as if drifting across water, he slide on top of her. Assuming the position that would further be needed. His intentions slowly turned from passion to lust, his smile now became one of evil intent. She seemed not to notice these things as he began to penetrate her. Her eyes rolling back with each thrust, pleasure starting to swell and build up. Their bodies glistening with sweat as the time moved faster. He held her close and thrust harder. Scratching his back as he began his approach to the sweet spot, biting down onto his neck to prevent screaming. Their eyes then met once again, lingering until climax had reached them. He thrust a final blow deep inside her warm flower. His p***s throbbing as he injected an ounce of semen into her. She let out one final scream of pleasure as the tingling in her spine became lightning bolts. Jolting and darting through her body, destroying her brain with none before achieved pleasures. Out of breath and physical strength they lay on their. Connected in flesh and soul. A love so pure had been divulged this night. Yet still the evil smirk stood on his face, as if concentrated on a deed yet to be done. She kissed his cheek, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as he held her. She felt safe, protected in his arms. Their strength comforted her immensely. Till finally she drifted into slumber, deep and unchallenged. His gaze quickly noticed this change and he stood up from the bed. Dressing himself as he watched her carefully, trying not to wake her. He crept out of the room, sliding through doors as a ghost. In the darkness he disappeared, never to return again. And so the darkness cleared, the night came to end. As daylight broke, she awoke to find herself alone. At first she seemed docile, assuming he slipped out quickly and was returning soon. She waited for him. For days she spent at her windowsill, staring into the distance, the darkness and the light. Her knight was sure to return, but alas he never did. After many months of waiting she accepted the truths. This man, this knight of hers. He soiled her, he claimed her innocence. He left her. After months together, after months of with holding her treasures. She conceited and allowed him. Only to be hurt, to be destroyed. Her purity and honor now tarnished. The misery befell her now, consuming her soul. Her very essence was now one of utter pain. Love and trust became words of insult to her. Tearing her mind asunder until she finally let herself succumb. Binding the ropes around her neck she leapt from her perch... snapping her neck as the rope tightened its grip. Death claiming another victim of a senseless crime of passion. An unjust deed from a creature of filth, that which is the mind of a man that has no respect for his female partners. Unbeknown to him, he murdered this young girl. He carried on with his life, claiming one after the other. Never looking back at his carcasses. The happy ending should be that he never finds true love or that depression, suicide and hate fill his heart, but alas this shall never be. The only true justice would be for the knight in shining armor to arrive to save her. At the very last second, as she leaps he should be prepared to catch her. Without these destructive forces, the reality of a true hero would never be realized. True happiness would become an ordinary happiness. So to him who destroys be thankful, without his treacherous ways the true man would never bring true joys. As you read this know and understand, that you will be hurt and desecrated in life, if not over and over again, but if you search beyond what has been done, you will always find a knight to rescue you. And to those who make this decision on a daily basis, I say to you, that to be a knight is not a skill or a state of mind, but a lifestyle that needs work, but it always shall reward you. Now to those who remain devourers of female sanity, may the devils you incur disturb your mind and consume you, as those who you’ve lain to waist