His eyes beckoned me closer
My heart beat faster
I was the loser
And he was my Master
I tilted my head to the side
His lips curled into a develish grin
I nearly collapsed under the pressure of his mind
He knew he was beginning to win
His gentle laugh was in my head
I felt the needles pierce my skin
Was he going to leave me for dead?
He knew he was already going to win
I moaned softly as he drank
He began to laugh some more
There was no one to thank
He was winning this war
He dropped me to the ground
My body unable to move
A heart no longer began to pound
My drops of blood like drops of dew
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