He broke into my house, watched me sleep. He was dressed in black and wore a mask and told me that I could run, but he would catch me. I knew that he only wanted one thing and would not leave until won't get it. Only use me. It was just the tip... of his tongue on my body, his weapon at my throat. It was just a small hint of the sweetness and fear that held me close and wouldn't let me go. I was afraid of how far he would go, how close he would bring me to the edge. I didn't know if he would 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 make it to the end.