He slipped the blade from between my two fingers
He wiped the blood clean from my shivering legs
He carried my pale sweaty body
and sat me in the shower.
Cold nails bolted my wounds
stealing the rusty residue Frature had missed.
My grey eyes opened and sucked his soul in
"Why are you doing this to me, why are you saving me again?"
Fratu smiled and levatated my body, wrapping me in a towel,
The slits that aggravated my flesh caught the fibers of the fabric
and I felt Fratu's hands grip tighter around me
He laid me in bed
and drew close next to me.
When I woke up the next morning
alone and cold
Fratu was gone
not even an indent was left behind.