Myers

by Zepphora

For the spooky bitches who always thought Michael Myers was swinging a horse cock and would fuck like a demon. He knows you can be a good girl and a dirty slut at the same time.

Pain in the body quiets pain in the mind. –Penelope Douglas, KILLSWITCH

I want a man who will stop at nothing to have me. I want a man who’s toxicity knows no bounds. He’d not only die for me. No, that’s too minimal. I want a man who would kill for me and take the life sentence with a smile on his face.

“Pain in the body quiets pain in the mind”

This is what happens to those who look at what belongs to me. You have been warned. -Damien King P.S. Happy Halloween

It’s Halloween. Exactly fourteen years ago, I killed sixteen people and I’m leaving an identical blood trail in my path this time. I’m just spreading it out more. I’m older and smarter than I was back then.

That’s why Satanists believe rape is the worst crime one can commit, worse than murder. It can destroy one’s soul. It did that to mine.

However, rape fantasies are a thing. It’s about dominance, being so desired that the other person can’t control themselves. It’s also a form of trauma release for women who have been raped.

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’m Bellatrix Rothchild. I’m that little girl Damien carried out of that house of horrors.

No one could seem to figure out why, out of everyone he encountered that night, he let her live. He didn’t even want to let her go. He was rather docile before, but when she was ripped from his arms, it took seven men to contain him.

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. “You’re…mine…Trixie.”

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

I’m just as dedicated and obsessed with him as he is with me. It’s not love. It’s better than that. It’s everything.

“He took you from me, pretty girl…He hid you from me…He never… wanted me to find you. Everyone who tried to… keep us apart has to die.”

For the past few days, I’ve wondered what it was like, what Damien felt when he killed someone like this. I understand now. It gives you power. Power over yourself, over the things you can’t control, and power over everyone else. When you kill someone, you hold their life in your hands. My dad knew that. He may not have known what my plan was, but he knew I held the power. Damien was asleep and couldn’t stop me from doing anything.