Each morning, she applied Crimson Joy, two arcs to her bow and one long slide on the lower, anointing her lips with the sunny smile she wore each day and night. She was the mirror, awaiting the one who would truly see, that she would call forth to ecstasy.
Waiting to escape, she kept her eyes downcast, until she saw him. He was all, she ever wanted, all she could ever want. She was determined that she would do anything required, to take him, claim him.
She reached out, grasping and painting her lips on his, she stole his soul.
Freedom claimed
