This act of passion has been pre-meditated, with the event played over in his head months prior. But tonight, is the night. He enters the room and it is dark but he can sense her location, her beautiful yet fragile frame shaking with nervous anticipation. "there's no turning back from this.", He mutters with a malevolent looking grin as he unsheathes the knife. Her eyes lock onto his as every step bridges the gap between them. She preemptively attacks him with ferocity that has never been seen from her by any other. He allows her the illusion of power and control for a few moments and then throws her to the ground, plunging the blade with precision movements into her. Her body contorts with unrestricted passion as she cries out to her God for mercy. He stabs at times quickly and blind with bloodlust, at other times slowly and passionately making each drive of the knife count as he watches her face react. Sweat builds on his body as her body becomes weak while he tells her everything that led up to this. With one final moment of writhing from her body, he knows it's over. He wipes the blade off, leaving evidence from the events of the evening behind as he stares at her gorgeous, unmoving form in the dark. He opens the door to the innocent world outside, presenting his body to the rain as it washes his sins away.