Vincent is killing more and more. I say nothing, because I know once he's done he will take my body, lighting that spark I have come to crave.

He only fucks me when we're at these places, and there are dead people everywhere.

At home he is another person, he is caring, he touches me tenderly.

He makes love to me every night, but he never sleeps next to me.

Once he takes my body at home, we eat, and dance and just as morning comes he leaves me alone in his ...