Couldn't share the pain and...watch you suffer. They watch you suffer. You should've told me, but you left me far behind. But in some sense, one day, when people look at you, you'll feel shame. Shame you left my life so soon. See, I know, the pain. Now maybe I didn't mean to treat you oh so bad and then maybe some would say your life was sad but...you lived it anyway. They. Your friends they come and watch you crumble to the ground, they watch you suffer. They're the ones holding you down. And maybe, it was never me.

The dim lighting of this place sets a romantic mood, a mood that I quite enjoy. Red velvet fabric seats fuel passion with the burning unscented candles spread across the place. Every black linen top table is filled with beaming guests. The giant glass windows surrounding the place reflects back the city lights of a lively city. Soft piano music adds charm to the venue.

My roaming eyes return to the man across from me. His eyes are deeply furrowed as he looks over the selection of imported wines. His ivory skin contrasts the jet darkness from his silken hair. His golden rims are innocent, inviting. Yet, as his brown eyes meet mine, his little smirk warns me to proceed with caution. Kyro Reed, the man who seduced me to this date. I wasn't a woman who was easily swayed by dating apps, but Kyro's look and humor were one's I had to personally indulge in.

"Surely you're showing off bringing me to a place like this." I say, lowering my menu and staring into his trap.

"It's our first date and I'm all about first impressions." Kyro cooly shrugs as he waves over our waiter, "And I am a gentleman so please, order whatever you please, my treat."

His lips have a way of moving, a way of seducing me as he orders us a bottle of good rich red Italian vintage wine. There was a way in which Kyro unintentionally flashed his teeth when he grinned and spoke that revealed the whitest of porcelain hidden in his mouth. If I wasn't careful, I'm sure this man could bite.

I wasn't one to waste my time on a seven-course meal but for Kyro, I was quickly learning I would do anything. His cool posture, his confidence, his mindfulness, he surely wasn't a good man. His breath alone was melting me, dripping my being into my seat.

"How do you feel about murder?" Kyro's question comes up unexpectedly but simply amuses me as I unintentionally smile, keeping my gaze fixated on the cut mango fruit on my plate.

"How do you feel about it?" I ask, raising my gaze to him.

Kyro smirks, leaning back into his seat. "I quite enjoy it."

Humming to myself I nod, picking up my knife slowly and raising it up as I twist it in my fingers.

"It's my kink." I joke, knowing it's a hidden truth causing Kyro to remove his glasses.

"I have a person in mind." Kyro suggests, piquing my interest.

"Oh?" I lean closer, hoping he would continue.

"There's this man who...simply can't keep his word and as a man who is required to work with people, he is giving me stress that I do not need." Kyro shrugs.

"Easy." I said, reaching for my glass of wine and taking a sip.

"Easy, that's all?" Kyro raises a questioning brow as I hum, nodding my head.

"I am a woman who enjoys a good thrill, Kyro." I admit, glancing to the table of businessmen besides us.

"You're peculiar." He mutters, "At least hear me out before blindly agreeing." Kyro was cute, perhaps a lot more thoughtful than I expected. Licking my lips I nod, hoping he could seduce me with his words and schemes.

Then again, his lips have a way of sucking the soul of anyone. Unfortunately, there was a finger full of what he could suck on and that didn't involve anything to-do with my soul but more of my flesh. He was exciting, mysterious. He was Clark and Superman. Two men only being differentiated by a pair of glasses and hidden strength.

He seemed to have a clue on how to get his revenge, but it was nothing but child's play. Surely this man was in his early days, awaiting his first crime. It was truly exciting to see my first in his facial expressions. Yet, there was something more sinister to him that I was willing to give him credit for.

"Charming." I mutter, leaning back into my seat, fighting my own excitement.

"So, what do you say?" Kyro waits with anticipation as I smirk.

"And what do I get in return for seducing this man and luring him out?" My question shows Kyro I wouldn't simply do this for free. Helping him commit a crime at night in this city wasn't easy. It was an evil place out there; these streets had the blood and ashes of thousands.

"Help me with my...issue and I'll help you with yours." Kyro said, causing me to scoff and nod, knowing very well that last part was a lie.

However, even if he wasn't willing to help me, he would unintentionally grant me a thrill. Even as we left the restaurant and walked to a bar across the street where the man, he spoke about patiently waited for Kyro, I took his place. And with great ease, had the man feeding from me as Kyro watched from a distance. This was truly wicked, exciting to know I'd have two men added to my list.

Because if there is one thing about the app LDE, is that love does end. Well, I'm sure the company had it for Love's Dead End, the final destination to find the one! Surely it did help me find the one for tonight, the one who for the first time in years reminded me that I was a lady. A lady who enjoys getting a nice diner, a handsome date, and a man who ignites a thrill from within. Kyro had potential, but why rob myself from some good old school fun? Perhaps I made him scream louder than he could ever make me cream.

Stop.

If I were to

dare and enter such a

dark and sinister place,

it better be worth my sacrifice.

Yet, to stop a group of

people

who have gotten it in their

minds to kill,

to sacrifice

the innocent,

then one must stoop

to their level.

For there must be an

excessive amount of devotion,

of undying admiration for one's beliefs.

To infiltrate a place of such

demonic beliefs,

may God stand with me as I

fight to defeat these

immorally beings.

May he have mercy.

It is believed that

a sacrifice

of a virgin

can

get you power but I believe

they are wrong.

So with the pure and innocence of

my heart,

I shall break the walls and

stop.

Am I capable of stopping

these sick minded people?

After all,

they are all over the place.

How to stop

when they already have their sights on you,

they already know your name.

These predators worship the wrong and

you are the

next virgin on their list.

So, shall we stop the cycle now?

Break through the dark

caves which bury you

deep within mountains,

the natural undergrounds.

Perhaps, I shall do the next grand thing,

Light up a match and

let the forests burn,

silently watch as they get a

taste of their awaiting hell.

No, but what about the virgin,

how to we stop and

save her?

You cannot stop a sin by

committing a sin of your own.

But I am no monster,

so,

I summon the only power I know.

For it is God's power and grace that

can help protect that virgin,

he can only

grant her her grace.

He already has a place for

each

and

every

one

of

them.

Then again, how can

one infiltrate a place they

do not know?

For in order to have such knowledge of

the sacrifices at hand,

you too had to be involved,

which meant, you already know,

it's not about saving the virgin,

but stopping the devil at work.

the devils you know.

Lost love. Heaven knows that I lost my love before it even began, before I could even grasp it. So, can one say that my love was lost? No, my love left me. He left me and took the hopes and dreams of what I had envisioned for him and me. My love took from me, he cost me everything a young girl could give, could breathe for. My lost love was a pretty brown boy with glistening brown eyes. A knowing smirk and a kind smile. He was unlike all the boys around him, my love had a dominant atmosphere around him. My love was my best friend, the guy who would seek my attention and command it. My love started as the boy who teased me in class, drawing on my arm with a black marker and pulling gently on my hair. My love had my love for many years until he decided to leave me be. For my love had higher and bigger dreams for me. You see, my love saw what I refused to see. I was too good for him, and he was very bad for me. I was the nerdy girl; he was a boy from the streets. But who isn't to say that my love wasn't capable of changing for me if he wanted me? Now, years since he last caught a glance of me, years since I last reached out, I still wonder, what my love is up to now.