In name of love

Removing the damp cloth from her mouth, he continues to stare at her, not bothered by the screams behind him.

His eyes took her all.

The bruises along her wrist, from the chains that tied her.

Showing her countless hours of struggling to set free , to the extent of hurting herself.

Those beautiful grey eyes, red with tears. That have dried and cried again,taking new paths on her cheeks each time.

With no one to clean them or stop them.

Those finger prints on her pale cheek. Showing the way someone dared to touch her. Tainting her delicate skin in the shade of blood.

That only deserved to be kissed and caressed.

Those lips he had kissed and worshipped, bruised, dried and pale. With a cut in the corner.

Making blood drops fall down her chin.

Ruining her, ……