Silent Sadist

There is a silent sadist in my room
He strikes when I'm not watching
I don't feel the impact of his strike until it's too late
He is a stealthy, silent sadist
And he doesn't give a shit about consent

Perhaps he has an accomplice...
I don't know because he is invisible
And yet he strikes me without mercy
And I am oblivious

He is silent and stealthy and utterly ruthless
I'm sure he laughs at me while making me bleed

And I only know he has been when it's later
And the tell tale welts appear
On my arms, on my legs, on my back
On my face for fuck's sake!

How the hell did he get through my clothes?
Was he lurking at night in the darkness?
Waiting for an arm to slip from the cover into the cool air
Before dive bombing and taking a nip

The conniving little shit
I'm a maso but I never signed up for this pain!
It's November for fuck's sake!
Shouldn't you all be dead?

You twisted little sadist
Why is it you like me so much?

Many of your friends before you have left their marks
My body is canvas for your art
I look like a fucking junkie!
Scratching and itching and picking at the scabs
The welts itching and spreading your evil further
Oh if only I could find you in this room
I would end this torment tonight

But there's no point because if you go, you'll only be replaced with another
Your kind lie in waiting, only coming out when I finally think it's safe
And so I send out good vibrations into the world
That soon there will be frost
That will sink you into slumber
So that I will be safe from your terror

But until that time my only relief...
...Oh sweet sweet antihistamine!
How you soothe me!

Mr Mosquito! I protest! Your kink is not my kink!

I CALL RED!!!!