My heart beats quickly as his hands run over my shoulders, and down my back. A small shiver goes down my spine, of fear or pleasure I am not sure. "You are mine." he whispers into my ear, his voice making me feel strongly repulsed. I close my eyes taking a deep breath through my nose, he smells of tobacco. I try to pull away but he grabs a hand full of my hair. I cry out as he pulls roughly, tears pooling in my eyes, "YOU-ARE-MINE!" he growls pulling my ever closer. His dirty hands skim along my collar bone and then down to cup my breasts, I am so frightened. I try to scream but it is no use, no one hears my swallowed cries. "Please, please!" I beg as he angles the knife to my throat. Slowly the blade plunges into my skin penetrating a lung. As I lay here choking, drowning in my own blood, he leans down kissing me. "You were mine..." he says with a wicked smile leaving me to die alone.