I've never seen his face. But I have scars from his knife. My blood stains his hands. He keeps me here in the dark. But I want to see the light again. He wants me to love him. But how could I? To me, he is a monster, the bringer of a fate worse than death. Oh, but what a relief death would be! I used to fear it, but it sounds so much better than what my life has become.