Seto lay in bed, his back propped up against pillows, while Pernia lay sleeping against his chest; he was watching the rain pour from the sky. He sighed; it had been raining a lot lately and he was starting to hate it. The fingers of his left hand trailed down Pernia's body with a light, teasing caress while she remained asleep, exhausted by the day's events. He turned his attention away from the window, looking down at the new bruises she bore on her body, and winced. His darkness had consumed him again, and Pernia had been there to bear the brunt of it like she always did.
His eyes narrowed in contemplation and slight self-loathing as he remembered everything he had forced onto her to feel and to say. He recalled her face twisted into tortured pleasure chanting the words that would make him happy: You are my Master. I questioned you, punish me. So many others had floated from her lips to improve his bruised ego. He had once wanted a female that would force his mind to think, one that would have interesting conversations with him; but he should have known that his darkness would think differently on that matter. He turned his attention back to the rain pouring down, like it had been all night, and his mind remembered what he had forced her to do to him.
Yet she still got up earlier then he did to dress and hide the bruises and scrapes to keep him from the pain. She didn't know that Seto always knew about them, because after the darkness faded he would remain awake for hours on end, filled with hate at himself for blackening his Pernia even more. Their love was like a horror story, but like all horror stories the hero would win in the end and light would fill the screen. He would patiently wait for her light to balance out his darkness, not wanting to think about the few horror movies he had seen where the villains won in the end.