text: She twists and turns under me; if it wasn't the look in her eye that got me going, it was her heavy breathing. So beautiful, so graceful, her body only incited me closer. If any one saw us now they would want to join me, they'd like to get on top of her as well. But I can't let them have her, I am in fact making her mine. She is so soft, her hair so long and sleek; like a black river slowly drowning her as it falls over her sweet... quiet face. My hand passes over her throat and then her chest; I love how it rises and falls, such a gentle girl. My sweet girl, you can not fight me. Look how weak you are now, have I tuckered you out? Do you want me to remove my weapon now? I was just starting to have fun. Oh stop struggling My Sweet, once I pull it out... You'll have only seconds to live. Just close your eyes dear fall asleep now, I'll keep you safe. The knife I had driven into her lungs; now lays on her throat. Her glassy green eyes stare at me, so lonely. Oh, My Sweet, gentle girl still so beautiful...even in your early yet perfect death. Sadly you now bore me child, when your mother gets home she will take your place...