Even though it broke my heart, I needed to break free. I had to free my soul from that sinner. Oh, of course I knew how he really was. That angelic act...The perfect mask behind the demon who was eating me alive. I knew him very well, yet...I had sold my soul to the devil. 

I couldn't take it back now. The devil doesn't go back...Neither will I, so I will outrun him. Make him fall for me more...until he is insane about it...How can I when he was the first to conquer my heart and mark me forever his? I love him, of course, maybe it's more than obsession, but I receive his love as well. 

And in the lonely nights when I'd give anything to have that soft skin over mine, that delicious taste inside my mouth, melting like liquid sugar, passing through my veins like electric shocks and poisoning me again. Again. With lust and pleasure. Desire and affection. Tossing and Turning. How can one escape this trap? This endless hole where you keep on falling forever and get sank in pure bliss? 

I suppose you don't.