Once

She was sleeping.

Gripping the sheets, sweating, panting.

The first few nights with him were like this. Anna was a wreck.

It was boring having her though, her skin was an open invitation, smooth and warm to the touch, honey in color. But Lord Death said not to mark her. No cutting, no scars.

Stein had to resort to other devices...

A bruise would always fade.

He wrapped his fingers around her slender neck, when he began to squeeze she opened her eyes and screamed, only to be silenced by his lips.