My skin is cold, nipples are hard, mouth is watering. I lay here in my glass coffin, drying out, dying out. I hear breathing, my owner, my beast is watching me. He’s here to take me, to make me his. He opens my glass prison, unlocks my body chains. A sharp thick glass knife scrapes across my wrists. He drains my blood until I scream and shake. My powder white body painted red in shame. My beast picks me up, locks in my back hooks. He hangs me, hangs me by my back with force. The drill starts, my eyes close as I bite my lips. Two holes. One on either side of my cheek. A needle. Pulling either side of my cheeks up. My beast, my owner, my man, my lover, he tells me, Smile as I take you from the inside out.