If I could take you somewhere, I'd take you to the darkest place.*

His influence was to great on me. He dragged me down, where he wanted me to go.

And I followed.

Like the fool that I was. That I am. He knew that too, that's what made him more amused. Cajoling me. Coaxing me with sweet words.

The ones that he knew I wanted to hear. I said I'll do anything for him.
Scatter you in art forms, admire the whore.*

S a s o r i.

That name shot a tingling sensation of both disgust and something else.

Was it false love I felt. He seemed perfect.

But perfection always has a cost. And he was hideous. Maybe I would have turned out different, if I had saw that.

Yet, I was love struck. Because he took my hand and brought me to another place. The place I called home. I never had one, and with him near me. I felt a safe security blanket wrapped around me, it was his arms. He's smooth pale arms.

He's hazel eyes would look at me bored. So I would try to do some thing for him.

I didn't want him to think he was wasting his time with me. Even though I knew he was.

I was worthless, filthy.

But it was a fun ride.

As you wait, like the drug, like the change in the pain it goes on for so long.*

I wasn't a great shinobi. Just another low life on the streets. It was just fate -as I like to think- that I saw him walking by in a shell. With some other blond man. But I only saw Sasori.

He ignored me.

So I had to make myself seen at first.

Oh boy, did I make an impression.

But.. It was my greatest regret.

I should have known, he was nothing but trouble.

How it hurts in the worst way, now that you're gone, it's so wrong.*

" You are the greatest beauty I have ever seen. So weak and frail." He murmured in my hair. I looked down to the floor, a small feeling of humiliation came over me. It was gone in a flash as his hands roamed.
It's so wrong..*

He traced his hands along my flesh. A bitter sweet smile spread across. I've seen so many of them, but this one seemed to be sinister. I couldn't escape -something I should have done. Why was I so stupid? Was it because I felt a false sense that someone actually cared for me.

Yes.

" It won't hurt. I'll make sure it won't."

Hurt?

And down below your veins run dry your vacant eyes.*

He took a step back admiring what he had done to the girl.

H i s a.

That was her name. It meant long lasting, and something -a magnificent creature like her- didn't come everyday. Had to preserve this outstanding physical attraction.

Best way to do it. Keep that radiant tickled pink look.

Now it would be on her face forever.

But a look of guilt and dismay replaced his happiness. The thought he in a way, destroyed her. Her eyes looked down upon him, chastising him.

That will imprint his vexed mind for as long as..

I lost control your face is pale, your body's cold.*

I'm on display.. For every one to see. For him to see. I hope he has the conscience to blame him self for what he has done. But he's a monster.

My life ended because I wanted to begin it. That man made it what he wanted. He played the role of God in my life.

I'm ruined.

Beauty in different ways, your hands on picture frames.
Your eyes in the glass wear your face as a mask.*