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As he gently kisses Samantha's cheek, the warmth and moisture of her blood flows upon his lips...

The smell...the taste...his heart raced faster with each passing moment. He has crossed into a threshold from which there is no return. As he wipes her blood away, it soothes his inner-most desires. His need to be in control, his power, ultimate superiority. What led to the torture of this woman has yet to be determined. It could have been her mocha colored skin, or possibly her refusal of his unnoticed advances. She is crossing over from this life into another while he cradles her in his arms. It seems he's trying to soothe her, attempting to make her death more pleasant. Although he's the one responsible for this moment, he feels the need to be with her. As her eyes slowly close, he runs his fingers through her hair. Once again, he kisses her upon the cheek...softly speaking to her. Samantha leaves this world with the words 'I will always love you' echoing in her mind.

She wanted to scream...HELP ME...SOMEONE...but, she knew no one would hear her. Instead, she tried to run. His speed and strength were enough to overpower her own. Once she felt his firm grip, reality sank in. He abrubtly threw her to the ground, knocking her unconscious. Samantha awoke a few hours later, looked into the face of the man holding her captive. "I know you, why?" she cried. His stare was blank, he did not answer. Out of instinct, she pleaded with him "...please...I won't tell anyone...just let me go". Once again, her words seemed to go unheard. At that moment, her fear became intense and she knew that he could feel it. Her panic seemed to infuriate him. After all, he loves her...why doesn't she know that...why is she resisting him.

It started a few months before - on Valentine's Day, to be exact. Recently divorced, Samantha wanted a fresh start. She packed her things and moved to a small town in the country. The views were magnificent, it was a town full of mountains and streams. A country store, a local bar, and a quaint little church...serenity at it's finest. She quickly knew that this would be home. As she was settling into her new environment, it didn't bother her that she was the only black woman in town. Neighbors were anxious to get to know her...to know where she came from. In their minds, living in a mountain town secluded them from the rest of the world. They eagerly befriended any new-comer. That's how she met David. One day, while walking through the wilderness, she came

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