She watched as he lit up a cigarette, the long, dark fingers easily maneuvering the lighter. He took a puff, and almost immediately the room filled with acrid fumes. She hated smokers, but with him it was sexy, in an almost dangerous way. Her gaze dropped from the cigarette between his lips to his naked shoulders, bruised slightly from their little rendezvous. She wanted so badly to reach out and touch it, to kiss the bruises she'd made and those shoulders.

She looked up at him again. The hand holding the cigarette was shaking slightly. She tried catching his eyes, but he was purposely avoiding her stare. His azure blue eyes was concentrating on something somewhere in the room.

"Put your clothes on." He said it quietly, neither threateningly nor with any warmth he displayed earlier. He still didn't look at her.

She did what she was told. She continued watching him as she pulled on her panties. He was naked, the dim light from the candles scattered around the room illuminating his body. Watching him standing there, one hand holding the cigarette and another hand curled around his slim waist, she paused.

He was beautiful.

She slowly put on her clothes, hoping that he'd turn around and look at her. She needed those eyes to be on her again, needed them to be adoring and full of want and desire. She needed them to be dark and full of lust, so that he could take them in his strong arms and make love to her again.

But when he finally looked at her, they weren't filled with anything. Just weariness. And fear.

"You should've told me."

She dropped her eyes to the floor.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

He gestured towards the bed, sheets stained with blood. He had unknowingly taken the innocence of a girl who was tainted in the first place. Her blood, her dirty blood, had now tained his too.

Now he would be sick. Just like her.

She looked up at him, without hate, without malice. Just love, and lust, and everything that he had displayed earlier.

"Because I didn't want to."

He looked away from her, hands shaking more violently now. The cigarette was almost gone, but he took another puff and tipped it. She watched silently as the ashes fell to ground.

She approached his naked back, wrapping her arms around his waist and kissed his shoulders. He remained motionless; not resisting, not advancing. She whispered in his ear.

"Now you're mine."

For her tainted innocence, he'll be paying by having his life tied to hers.

She walked away.

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