Remember?

That dark eclipse your mind has over your heart, seemed to be fogging your mind that day.
"What's your problem?"
Your words screeched; like a nail on chalkboard. They repeated in my mind, as we began the game. I lit the candle, and searched your name for meaning and hint. Your eyes searched the room for a way to escape.
I saw you, trying to scream for help.
"What's your problem, it's just a game?"
You continued to struggle, as your arms wobbled across the wall, knocking down my memorabilia from the other games.
"There's no use trying, you know I always win!"
I said as I laughed, watching you squirm. Words you mumbled didn't make it to anyone's ears but our own.
I scanned the room for the knife, and I settled on a smaller one, trying to avoid your kicks, and slurs.
At one point you smiled and as you were up against the wall told me to come closer.
Then, I tied your ankles to the posts your wrists were already on just to be sure. You looked so fancy, in that little red dress of yours, I don't see why you came so dressed up. I thought I told you we were playing a game?
I slowly took the tape from your glossy lips- and let you whisper to me.
"Just let me down and I'll show you I can win."
I shrugged, because I knew you couldn't win.
I moved my arms behind your arched back- and your heart beating out of your chest fell into a rhythm with mine.
Your lips were against mine, and you stopped squirming.
Each time; you tease at my tongue with your honey flavored ways. I always loved the way you caressed my eyes when you looked into them.
We kissed, for a long time- out tongues tied in knots. But now was the time to finish.
Candles lit, knife in hand, moon out, it was time.
I walked to you, once more. Using the knife I gently cut the fabric of your shirt, starting at the bottom and tearing the seams all the way to the V in your neck, tipping the knife down on your chin, watching the blood drops linger.
"Mm, that hurts.." you mumbled, in mere silence.
My middle finger slipped it's way to the drips- and wiped them clear and glided to my mouth.
"You know I'm going to win, right?"
I reached for the knife- and carved my name onto your chest across your collar bone.
"You can't beat me,"
Your blood seeped into the torn cloth along your shoulders. I used the knife to undo your bra, and carved the date. At this point, I thought you were going to start shaking. Were you really that scared?
My tongue slid up your chest, giving detail to each and every letter. Soon enough, the numbers.
I moved closer, and have you a warm kiss. Hoping you enjoy the game, and the taste of your own blood.
I slit your restraints, and laid you down to the floor.
"Have I won?"
You moaned with pure lust; and I knew I hadn't finished yet.
The steel blade crossed your throat in one last thrust- Remember, I told you I always won!