Like angels that have monster eyes,
Over your bedside I shall rise,
Gliding towards you silently
Across night's black immensity.
Lying on what served him as a bed, he thoughtfully looked at the moon which illuminated a little the room. How long did he kept him here already ? He no longer know very well. His only point of reference was the nightfall. And unfortunately, he had stopped counting the days passed after a week. He got his bearings through the starry sky, and his comings. Who was he ? The young man could not say it. He knew about him only his smell, his voice calling him softly in the night, his hands going all over his aching body again and again, the coolness of his body despite the fact that he violently took him, his appearance incredibly beautiful. The young man knew nothing else. Neither his name nor his age, nor why he kept him here. And after all, what had he done wrong