She had fallen to destruction around him, such supple cries to whisper and scream across his skin as she fell to pieces; he was victorious. Truly virtuous she had been, the sweet lady never falling short of her words. Such honesty to play the ears of a dishonest beast; how could she have been so trusting? Surely she knew he would bring her only pain. Surely she knew he would bring her no salvation, no fantasy of hers could he ever ring true; her death was imminent and soon he would bask in its untimeliness.
There nestled a light in her eyes now, body shaking and shuddering as he felt her tighten around his fingers; what a sight she had been. Effervescent cries to match her effervescent eyes, he would take such pleasure in watching it crumble. Blood dripped from his lips and she would see his teeth barred as his snarl sunk into her skin. She dared look at him with hope, with happiness, after enduring such torture. She dared be so naive, so utterly childish, in her hope for tenderness and gentility. Oh pity. Oh sweet, sweet pity to fall so mercilessly at her feet.
"You’re filthy," he hissed, releasing his hold on her suddenly and stepping away. It was his strength holding her against the empty stone, the sturdy frame which held her upright, cold between them now as he stood at a distance. He watched her melt into the wall, watched her slowly descend onto the floor beneath the tattered rags he had left her with. What a beautiful dress it had been, you look at me now with such sad resolve. Your skin was beautiful once. Look what I’ve done. "Pathetic."
Clothes readjusted upon his frame, fingers moving to fix his collar and his tie as he swept his eyes over her. With the back of his hand, he wiped her blood from his chin. “You will come to me without question the next time you are called.”
His footsteps grew dim and empty, leaving her behind in true darkness.