The Strange Kind

He had quickly come into her life
She enjoyed his brutal company
He wanted more, to meet, to play
She had her doubts
Would he hurt her
She had her fears
She thought differently
She put her trust into him
He seemed warmhearted,
Trusting, respectful at that time
She was mistakenly wrong
He is the wickedest  
Piece of rotting meat
That has ever walked into her life,
Breathed in this despicable place
He rips her soul apart
Leaving her lay there
Brutally beaten
Dark crimson blood
Seeping through her skin
Dark tears of sadness
Falling from her tortured eyes
Strange things seem to happen.  
A tall stranger stands over her
She shyly looks up at him
With her sorrowful eyes
His strong, stern hands reaching down
To pick her up
His eyes curiously mysterious
Kindness burns her skin
Understanding her
he takes her interestedly in
He touches her,
brings her into his arms
Making her feel guarded
Giving into this tall stranger
She begins to trust once more
She gives her submission to him
Kneeling, obeying his every demand
His every look, movement of his hands
They have an uniquely wicked connection
He becomes her only one true Master