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“Remove my heel with your teeth,” she commands. He does, eagerly. “Kiss my foot,” she says with an angelic smile. He smiles back at her before kissing the edge of her toes. “Now open your mouth,” she commands, pushing her pretty pink toenail against his lips. “And show me how good you can suck.” ...
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It’s toxic. It’s sick. It’s the only version of love I have to offer her as the monster I’ve become.
“You, Aero, are the throat from which I’ve been allowed to scream,”
“But I’m the eyes through which you’ll finally realize your worth.”
“His so-called friend told us of his whereabouts and his sick obsession with his ‘little doll,’ as he calls her. The owner of the nightclub I told you about? The one you’ll get to visit once you become bishop. Yeah, he works for us. That’s where they’re taking him now.” Nox. That piece of shit sold him out. I’ll cut his dick off. I swear it.
I welcome pain. Pain is necessary. Pain tells me I’m alive and on the same earth as her.
“Fish in a bucket, baby.” I hiss in pain as she rubs against the raw flesh from the oil burns. “You ready to hunt?”
“I didn’t come here to hunt.”
“I came here to torture.”
“I love you with every echoed beat of my dark and hollowed heart, the hole in which contains my shattered ghost of a soul. I love you with all the fractured tears inside my tortured mind. With every agonizing breath I breathe.”
“You helped me to find a fragment of peace in a world constructed of pain,” he whispers against my lips, his bottom lip quivering. “I just,”—he swallows—“needed you to know.”
“Yeah, so I don’t do well with threats.” Smart little bitch stole my words.
