Myers

by Zepphora

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.

I’m a dark and twisted motherfucker.

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.

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.

“My pretty little dead girl has some dirty deeds of her own.” I smile up at him. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”