Myers

by Zepphora

We both bathed in blood tonight. In a truly twisted way, it binds us together. The same blood that has been on my skin, now coats hers. It’s quite fitting. The color compliments her hair.

I don’t care if it's a cop or even Trixie’s parents. No one is taking her from me. I need to keep her safe. In some way, she holds the key to my sanity, to keep the darkness away and hold me up to the light. We’re bound together because of what’s happened. No one can take her from me.

No one is taking her from me, period. Not unless they want to die.

She can be the angel to my demented nature. She can balance it out with her good. I can carry this burden on my own. All I need is her.

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

She’s not sick. She’s perfect exactly how she is. All of those things that he might think is a flaw, I see it for what it is. It makes her special, different from anyone else. That’s why she’s my girl and not someone else’s. That and the fact that I’ll cut the cock off any man who even looks at her suggestively.

There are a few things most don’t know about me. I’m impulsive and the number one way to take my anger from zero to a hundred is to threaten my woman.

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.