He is a demon, the man who loves me

" He is here!..." Martha mumbled to herself, his voice echoed in her ears, his breath touched the crook of her neck " Allow me..." the same words every night puzzles me ' what does he want? I asked myself quietly. His cold touch so tender as his hands slide under my blanket touching my tummy. " please!.." he plead leaning closer but before his lips touched mine... ------------ He is a monster the man who loves me