"Here is your dinner, my Lord.", you said, while putting the plate of Spaghetti in front of him.
"It's cold. It's almost frozen.", said your boss Luciano.
"I'm sorry, my Lord, I will bring you a new plate."
"Oh, no need to waste food. But ... nevertheless you've got to be punished.", Luciano said as he stood up, his magenta glowing eyes looking down on you. He took out his silver-shining knife, polished by you.
"Oh my dear, how many times have you had this penalty?", he spoke having a wide grin locked in his face.
He held your mouth closed, standing behind you, and with his knife he cut into your face.
This wasn't the first time he did this to you, your face was already overdrawn with scars.
Your blood was flowing down your face. It may not have been a deep cut but the pain caused was almost as big as the love you still felt toward your sadistic master. You saw your tears dripping on the ground alongside your blood.
Your Lord turned you around when his bright, pink eyes widened.
"Your blood was always better than that of my 'guests'.", said he, as he slowly licked all of the red out of your face.
"Now go to bed, my dear. You'll have to recover as fast as possible."
You responded with a shy nod as your tears were still flowing down your face.
It was this bitter-sweetness that made you endure this burning sorrow every day.
In your small bedroom you cried yourself to sleep. Not only today but every day.
You heard an aggressive knocking on the door. As you lit a candle you saw your master coming in.
"My darling, you haven't slept yet?"
"I'm sorry, my Lord, I couldn't."
He stepped closer until he was right before you. You looked down to the ground and you could only see his shoes, when he stroked your cheek with his left hand.
Then he raised your head pushing your chin up...
After him blowing out the candle, the only thing you remembered...
...was a kiss.
