Alone...

She didn’t want to go home, but she had no choice. The desert streets would mean no threat for that lonely soul. But that night she wasn’t alone. A shadow was following her steps. It was following her every move. Her scent, her breathing, everything was just like an old spell, full of hidden things. She didn’t realize, poor thing, that the eyes which were staring at her were full of desire. She thought she was by herself. No other soul was there to see the crime. The only witness was the full moon. And so she walked, and for just one moment, a dark cloud covered the light, and she felt the warm hands surrounding her body. No one would hear her screams. But she did not scream. She remained in silence. The shadow was just an ordinary man, driven by the animal instincts. He went inside her violently, two, three, four, many times; pleasure and pain were the same. She did not move, she did not scream, she did not fight. When it was over, he was weak and tired, so she stabbed him, just like the way he did. He was bleeding, she was smiling. Alone, she went home. It was getting late, and it could be dangerous.