That Sik Luv

by Jescie Hall

“No one hurts you, but me,” he says definitively, as if it’s supposed to bring me some sort of comfort. He nuzzles his head against me again like he’s rubbing his scent on me, or my scent on him, before whispering into my ear, “But the pain I’ll bring upon you is the kind you’ll need. The kind your body begs for me to find deep inside that sweet little exterior. The kind your insides scream to release but are muffled with deceptions of sin.”

“Recognize Briony, that I’m the air to your fire. All you need to do is fan the flame.”

He’s the dark to my light as I am the color to his achromatic gloom.

“I’ll kill everyone,” he interrupts. “Anyone who gets in the way of letting you live.”