The Woman In Lace

Leather covered hands And a masked face Onto the surface he lands In his sight, a woman in lace His intentions quite disturbing To rip her limb from limb To the side lamp she does cling With a flicker the light became dim As a red fluid gushes to the floor From a stab wound it does fall Her screams right from her core As he carried her through the hall The man hadn't muttered one word Looked as though his lips were bound The thought of escape was absurd The woman in lace was never to be found