Masochism

The pain
The sweet, agonizing, whips of fire across her body
Delicate bites traced down her back
Left by creatures unknown
Dark denizens of the night
Selling herself to them
In her beautiful UnderCity
Selling herself for little bits of Never
The rush
The invincibility
It pumping through her veins
Dispelling humanity for a moment
Destroying her bit by bit
Until she fades into oblivion
How she used to fear those monsters
The bloodsuckers
The lycanthropes
Even the damned fae
How they would haunt her dreams
Taunting her
Now she knows them
And they know her as a Never whore