The veredict is...

The physical universe becomes a pale and gray blur while like a viper i crawl to the threshold of the dwelling of the only one left alive.

With a stone fist i knock at the door with enough strenght to bash it open until a slight but wellknown sadistical voice inquires:

-Damn it! What the fuck you want?

She knows it's me, she always knows it's me.

-Open up.

She opens the door with her ussual lack of willingness untill she stares for less than a second at my eyes, because I, bursting in madness grab her wrists with one hand over her head and with the other one I grab her neck and slam her against the wall choking her. She glances in the line between concience and unconcienceness, looking at me with the intense pleasure caused by the abcense of oxigen in her brain.

-As romantic as ussual uh?

It really wasn't a question...

-Quiet

An as a violent display of passion and rage begins, a combination of fast and slow moves, the breath taken away, incomprehensible whispers flowing like poison from wet lips to vulgar ears, theet torning flesh in a cannibal, vampiric kiss, lustful screams filling the room with desire, nails carving the back with desire, power and lust, desire and anxiety, accented by the pain of two souls merging into one, sweety skin, drops flying away in a brutal climax shouting to the sky with the unparallel pleasure and burning satisfaction designed only for the most vicious and the doomed.

Between uneasy breathing she claims:

-You know, it's not like i don't apreciate the tenderness but, to what do I owe this unexpected... pleasure?

For all answers i grabbed her hair at the root and pulled her down to my face to whisper at her ear:

-Take this and do what you love doing.

-What? Again? Nice, you really know how to keep it up with a lady.

-Take it.

After saying this, i gave her the most funest gift: a short blade stained with blood.

Still grabbing her hair, still two naked creatures merged in one by ominous reasons i explained myself:

-She's dead, do it now.

-Oh! Too bad, i was in the mood for another one, but now you are going to suffer.

Skin lacerated, carved with the cold fire of punishment, of blindfaith retribution, blood drops turned into a warm peaceful stain slowly covering the entire blanket while she dictates the veredict and do the execution:

-Suffer now, you, who failed in protecting the future. I will miss you, you know? Your blood is so fucking delicious...