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The outskirts of Los Angeles city is home to beautiful houses. One in particular catches the eye. This house was enormous. Its rooms were surrounded by tall walls covered in different shades of red. A gentle summer breeze blew in through the window and flapped the curtains. The shelves were full of crime stories and fragrant womens perfumes. The street was silent. There were no cars on the road. Only a dim light crept into the room. The bed of the sanctuary stood in the middle of the room. The altar of love, covered with beautiful silk linen. Many have lain in this bed. In the corner stood a breath-taking modern piece of furniture. Its owner had an elegant house. With a magic touch he decorated the walls, windows and doors beautifully; these held thousands of secrets accumulated during the many years. The rooms knew that something terrifying was happening on the bed. The silence was broken by the moaning of a girl. Her downturned palm knocked against the floor at the corner of the bed. Her blood dribbled slowly and surrounded her young, silky fingers. Her scream penetrated the sheets deeper and deeper. The pillow soaked up all her blood. That dark, unstoppable rage was ready to break lose in the room. A long finger reached for the girls face and wiped off the deep red lipstick from her lips. He wore gloves so his fingerprints wouldnt betray him. The girl tried to turn around but with every breath she dug her nails deeper into herself. Softly, through closed lips, she begged for her life.

Please, dont do this! But nobody paid attention. Death, smelling the girls blood, stood in the door, waiting to swallow its prey for eternity. The man crossed the girls arms while whispering in her ear. She was endlessly tormented by her own naked body.

You want to break free? he asked excitedly. He tied the girls hands and secured them to the corner of the bed, so there was no way she could break loose. Youre crying? Its no use begging. You wont get anywhere with it.

A chill filled the room. The girls body was surrounded by silence. The fresh blood of her gorgeous body became a tormenting, ice-cold prison within minutes. She was damned forever. Her eyes stared at the wall. The pillow became still; her hands no longer tugged at it convulsively. A single feather rose from the covers. The man stood up and walked to the window. The floorboards creaked with his every step. He carefully closed the curtains. He covered the girls legs, untied her hands and turned it around. He stroked her face, her arms and then gently caressed her hair.

I love your smell. Its like a bunch of lilies, then he went on, Oh, I could play with your hair for hours.

He stroked the body in a trance and breathed in the smell of blood.

See, this is what you wanted. To surrender your body. You possessed me: my mind, my heart, my soul. But why? he asked the body, agitated Dont you know the answer? he went on cynically, You destroy and demolish. You eat me alive and Im burning. Every moment I spend thinking about you tortures, stabs and consumes me. I looked at you like a miracle. You convinced me to follow you. My body filled with heat and all I wanted for that heat to go away. Forever! But darkness overcame me. He found me, enveloped me and wants to possess my whole being. He wont let me go.