I PROMISE

     The woman hugged me from behind, still holding a knife to my neck. Since my neck gaiter was up, she didn't catch a glimpse of my face.

"A little... small... rabbit," she purred, tracing circles on my back with her free hand. "How did you get in here, mm?"

"I got lost," I said, slowly moving my hand toward the dagger in my belt. "If you'll excuse me, I'll go now."

"That won't happen, little rabbit. You see – I just lost my toy." She shifted my head to the left and licked my ear. "I want a new one."

There lay a man, completely nude on the floor. His eyes had been plucked out, his organs spilled. His hands were severed, and his heart was grotesquely stuffed into his mouth, which hung dislocated. Poor man's body bore the marks of a brutal skinned-alive torture before he was finally killed.

"I didn't like the way he painted me. But his bed play was good… though, not fully satisfying."

"La-Lady, leave me alone." I was ready to draw my dagger.