To the one who killed me,

Your catcalls are no longer shots of gun but mellifluous sound. Smirks that signal fortunate road block on my way. You are not stranger danger but sanctuary instead. Come with me, Son of Satan, take my hand and let's cross the city of devils till we reach the abandoned house, where we could find the room of course. Shhh! Do not open the windows. Keep this room dark, play the softest song, but never ever dare to hug me tight. Take one step closer, let me take off my veil, my clothes for you. Pat my head. Don't be bothered with the marks in my arms and tighs. They're not stains of lipstick; they're bruises. These are the results of your urges. Don't be startled with the scars on my neck. These were marks of your vampire kisses. Sir, punch me now and let me escape this demonic nightmare. Lie down on this bed with me. Tear your shirt and burn your jeans. Cover my eyes and let a portion of light fall on my face. For the nth time, taste my body. Leave scratches until your horns and tail come out. Press the danger of your favorite spot. Make my temple of purity and dignity as a woman bleed as if you're injecting bulky syringe. Give me your sexiest moan as if you've reached pain and heaven. Tie my hands and feet as I am at war with your universe. Are you done, Sir? If you are, never give me a forehead kiss. My soul is already dead but please, let me live, let me live my dreams together with your son, my fiancé, Sir. Four years of being blind and mute is now over. I won't speak, but please, let me be free.