He sank to the floor.
I was to late, she gone. He thought
His lovers blood covered the walls and floor.
She was taken away from him, she was taken by Them.
He carefully stood up, but his ribs hurt from that kick the man gave him.
He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.
He took three deep breaths before sinking into the wall, disappearing.
He opened his eyes and he was in the crate his lover was held in.
She had her hands cuffed to the cement wall behind her.
She had an old dirty sock in her mouth keeping her from screaming.
When she saw him she smiled her biggest smile.
Something she hadn't done in a while.
A tear ran down his cheek as he saw that smile.
But it was to late the man came from behind and he stuck the knife though his ribs.
She screamed but the sock muffled it away to nothing just like her angel.
~A~
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