"Floating, falling Sweet intoxication! Touch me, trust me Savour each sensation!"

I am in charge now. She is in my power. The beautiful creature . . . As I sing to her of the music of the night, she reaches out to me with one of her delicate, soft hands, and brushes her palm against the mask. She takes my hand . . . and a shimmering sensation takes over my body. For a moment, I believe she will kiss me. But no. She senses my fear, and she pulls away before her lips met mine. I regain my composure and take her gently by the wrist, and lead her over to my shattered mirror, which I have hidden behind a sheet. I tear away the sheet and the life like image of her bobs up and down. She falls back in shock, and as she falls in to my arms, she utters a quiet moan. "Hush child," I mutter in to her ear. I lay her down on to a small mattress, and wrap her in a blanket. "Angel . . ." She is terribly confused now . . . "Angel . . . don't leave me." "I wont," I promise her. I give her the tiniest kiss on the cheek, and she goes to sleep . . .