This wasn’t the first time he had tried to drink in her being through his lens. Each time he  attempted to catch her dancing spirit, he failed. Teasing, alluring and captivating his attention she had conquered his mind.
Together, they had been playing this game for so long he had memorised her movements to the exact time.
Soon, her lip would quiver before curling into a small smile.
Then, her body would lean into the lens as if it belonged inside. Her beautiful eyes sparkling as she glared into his making his heart dance to her beat.
Next, she would brush the stray hair from her cheek placing it behind her ear before closing her eyes just for a second.
It was now he wished to awake clambering at the fringes of reality.
Her face distorted too quickly, her teeth grew larger and her eyes no longer sparkled.
He could not move, his body was rooted to the spot. The scream inside his head muted from his lips as she pounced upon his once willing body.
Once erected in her beauty he fell hard beneath her weight, avoiding her gaze burning into his flesh he submitted to her power.
The camera broken and discarded as she picked apart the shattered glass crushing the tiny fragments of lens into his heart one by one.
Eyes wide open he watched her lips quiver before returning with her small smile and her eyes began to sparkle.
Breathless, he sprung out of the bed clutching his chest and panting loudly.
Looking across the bed he sighed heavily, there she lay, peacefully his beautiful captor….
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