Darius watched the sleeping Lisa silently. She was laying on a cold rock platform with her body barely covered by a tattered dress. Not caring about the unclear floor, Darius sat on it, resting his folded hands on the platform and placing his chin on them.
Her warm breath fanned his face as he watched her. Her skin that was matted and covered in scars, looked beautiful to his eyes. He remembered how soft her lips felt against his. Her slim body turned him hard, and his hands itched to do the things he had done before, and she did not like any of them.
Lisa stirred in sleep. She caught a blurry shadow through her droopy eyes. Startled, she tried to scamper away, but Darius's hand shot out, and he held onto her shoulders tightly.
A wide smile broke onto his handsome face seeing the fear in her eyes. After realising that it was Darius, Lisa's heart paced down a little to reach its normal pace.
"Good morning, Lisa!" He said sweetly.
