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“…at the bottom of her heart there lay some grief which had not yet been spoken…” Thomas Peckett Prest Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
It can’t happen now, and I don’t know when, but as soon as I’m strong and powerful enough, I will get revenge for the girl. Everyone will pay.
Abusers shouldn’t get to stay the same while survivors are forced to change forever.
Butler. Maids. Gardener. Driver. Capo. Priest. Judge. Godmother. Godfather… …the boy.
There’s beauty in finally becoming the person you’re meant to be…even if that person is a killer.
Tallie is a viper waiting to strike, and fuck, do I want to be bitten.
“Why do you have a cane?” “Caught shrapnel in the Boston Tea Party back in ’73,” I answer without missing a beat.
AHAHAH SORY THIS IS SO FUNNY
She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s mine. And no one touches what’s mine.”
“Who did this to you,” I murmur.
When she says it!!!!
“Who did this to you?”
Her humming gets louder the closer I get, and as soon as I realize that fact, I stop mid-air. The tune that’s ravaged my dreams for years floods to the forefront of my mind. “That song…”
“Tallie, amore mio, what the fuck have I done?”
“I’m claiming you, Talia. You’re mine now. Your burden is my burden—” He punctuates each point with long plunges. “Your dreams are my dreams. Your goals are my goals. Your family is my family. Your heart is mine. My heart is yours.”
