It’s hard to be ashamed when hurting her feels so right.

The movement of her body is erratic and sharp, my hands rung tight against her skin.

She wants it to stop.

But could I if I tried?

I pause... Overlooking the mangled flesh into her eyes.

There it is, I can see it now.

Mine own reflection.

It stirs me and ignites the monster... I couldn’t possibly stop now.

She screams and cries,

and cries and begs to stop.