Fear Me, Love Me

by Lilith Vincent

If they didn’t want us to crush on the villains, why did they make them so glorious?

I’m making her crazy? She’s the one who’s so lovely and exquisite, and yet she’s not my wife and she’s not pregnant with my baby. Yet.

“Like you? I don’t fucking like you. I’m obsessed with you.”

“One of these days, I’ll make you believe that I crave to take care of you, angel.”

She’s right, I’m not her boyfriend. I’m her lover. Her stalker. Her obsessed future husband and the father of her children.

Rot in hell, you piece of shit. Pray I don’t die too soon, because when I follow you down there, I’m going to rip your soul into tiny, painful little pieces while you scream in agony for the rest of eternity.”

“If you need to bleed, then I’ll bleed for you.”

“Your pain is my pain. It’s inside me. It’s flowing out of me. I’m bleeding for you, so you don’t have to.”

“I’m going to fuck my spit into you. My blood into you. My cum into you. All of me, angel. You’re so far from being alone. I’m going to fucking suffocate you.”

I don’t give up when I want something. I will bend the world until it breaks and rearrange it the way I want it to be.”

When it’s so deliciously fucked up, you just know.

“You just keep doing everything I say, and I’ll be your devoted husband who lives only to make you happy. I’m your servant. I’m yours to command.”