In the dark shadows of her tiny room, lit only by a solitary lamp I saw her bathed in plasma blue, her hair softly falling from her leopard printed shoulders, her wide vacant eyes magnified in innocence looked up at me through dark rimmed glass, so clearly unafraid and open, as her full lips parted listening intent, transfixed on every word slowly sounding ''strip for bondage sex''. Her gown parting as those words took hold in her mind, revealing exquisite shapes in the half light, like living porcelain. The doll like figure emerging naked nubile as a dancer from a half dreamt world of faeries. Soon to be visited by a monster swollen, engorged with vile lust and driven by some unseen will, determined that possession of a creature so sweet, should begin with the touch of soft hands and wet mouth. Pleasure to precede the intent penetration in bondage. A sign of willing submission to increase the appetite. These are the thoughts that lurk in the shadows brought here to light