To surmise, He left me stigmatized. His vengeance burned against my iced decision. I felt His malice lick the shackles binding my heart and I conceded to His whim. His lust was my rapture- and I was more than willing to be used- to be destroyed.
He was like a fiery tornado resolved to incinerate any shadows of joy I had left and I let Him because somewhere in that scalding moment I fell in love with Him.