Master of Dark Tower

dark tower

He would leave me breathless, literally gasping for air

The way he held me tightly, fingers curled into my hair

Goosebumps all over my skin, chills resonating within  

As only he knew how, to have me screaming his name

Although it wasn’t through passion, it was due to excruciating pain

He’d like to hear me beg, for my life, over and over again

Only he never gave in, as he thrived on the power

He had over all he held captive, in his bloody Dark Tower.  

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