He enters the room
she is knelt naked before him, head bowed
her every breathe quickening as he takes his steps towards her
She can now feel his cold hands upon her neck as he squeezes bringing her head up to him so he can look her into her pleading eyes,
He takes out a plastic bag and places it over her head then holds it tight around her neck, to her tormentor she surrenders all her being and falls to his feet,

spacing quietly into the unknown she unfolds like a butterfly for its first flight of freedom from the cocoon that has kept it prisoner for so long
her first breathe, her last reborn a new

The music lingers
the violins sweep its torturing tune
as her flesh is pierced with pain the sweat that pours from her body
like the very being of life that brings fourth wave after wave of pleasure
letting her become that wild soul she so longs to be

spacing quietly into the unknown she unfolds like a butterfly for its first flight of freedom from the cocoon that has kept it prisoner for so long
her first breathe, her last reborn a new

The Butterfly x