He broke into my house, watched me sleep. He was dressed in black and wore a mask and told me I could run, but he would catch me. I knew he only wanted one thing and wouldn't leave until he got it. Just use me. It was just the tip of his tongue on my body, his weapon at my throat. It was just a little hint of sweetness and fear that kept me close and didn't let go. I was afraid of how far he would go, how close he would lead me to the edge. I didn't know if he'd leave me or hug me in the dark. All I could do was give up.... It was a bittersweet meeting, and I didn't know if I would live to see the end of it.