As the night paced, stars gracing the entirety of the sky, casting an intimate aura which circled about people's exhausted, wavering lights dimmed in the confines of people's closeted rooms. With one perceiving eye, a mixture of motions detected in an abandoned, forbidden area. Nuisances discarded, only the rhythm of symphonies entertained those awake.

With one robotic arm wrapped firmly around your figure, he pulled you towards him. Another familiar type of love song is the passionate or fiery variety, his heart is hard as stone or mahogany. Perhaps that's why your in such exquisite agony. His eyes casting a malevolent spell which bewitches, your dance enrolling between lust and frustration.

Your leg instinctively kicking upwards to flee, to which his arm fled from your hips, steadying your leg as he twisted it within his grasps. A conflict between two supposed enemies, regrettably spiraling into a heated engagement of silent energies clashing against one another.

"Sweetheart, just enjoy the show," That aggravating voice fills the suspired air, containing the dispute of hidden fragrances of vengeance, as each attempt was blocked with an attack, unamed by any other non-existent bystanders. With his petty remarks, and your unrequited sassiness, had you two made a questionable duo.

But how would one flee from the continuous dance of the tango, The Masochism Tango?