Last kiss

She laid down on the hard stone table, dressed in virgin white. She knew what was going to happen, but knew that running would only leave her breathless and THEM angry. She let THEM comb her blonde hair, which now spills over the sides of the cold table. She shivers, cold in the thin white gown. She saw a dark figure in the corner of the room, watching her. He did not move from his spot, leaning against the wall, until THEY came back, dagger in hand. He came and sat at her feet. His black hood kept her from seeing his face, but she had a feeling it was both beautiful and terrible. As the knife drew closer, the hooded man scooted closer. The whole idea of this hooded man was a bit silly, but she couldn't laugh. THEY began to chant, the dagger very close. She began to tremble, afraid. The hooded man gently touches her cheek, calming her. He leans in and, as a horrible pain blossoms in her chest, his lips meet hers. She was surprised at first, then melted into it. He lifted her, gently breaking the kiss. Holding onto him, she started to look behind her as he kissed her again, distracting her. He carried her away from her bleeding corpse, and into the unknown. 

She didn't think to tell him he had just stolen her first kiss.