Myers

by Zepphora

I want obsession, determination, and possession.

Hell, I have my own sexual desires but you don’t hear me screaming about how I want to play dead and be fucked into the mud by a man covered in blood while holding a knife to my throat.

I’ll gift wrap his cock and balls with the skin of his torso and cut off his hands to use like a little bow.

I’m just waiting to die from trying to have sex and failing because of all the guys I could’ve taken to my bed, I had to choose the one swinging a damn horse cock.

It’s all an elaborate prank. I swear, if he is trying to freak me out, I’m going to cut off his oversized penis and chuck it into the fireplace.

No matter how dark and twisted it is, I want him to want me. I want him to crave me like I’ve always wanted to be desired. I want to be the final girl, the one in horror movies that make it out alive and become an obsession for the killer to finally get. However, in my head, the horror movie ends differently. It ends with him taking me away from this town and being content just having me.

I didn’t think this level of devotion existed. I thought it was only possible in my fantasies, but he’s right here, staring at me like I hung the moon and created the stars.

“Yours yesterday, today, tomorrow, and every day after.”