The Hand that Feeds

by K.M. Mixon

“Stupid little whore. Look at you, letting a madman paint you.”

“This is where I like you, Lyla. And I don’t give a fuck how it makes you feel. Remember that the next time you get any smart ideas in that stupid little brain of yours. I’ll break you down, mold you into a shell of the woman you used to be, and then leave the pieces for the next motherfucker to clean up.”

“People aren’t kind to me. I’ve spent a very long time being Neo, the murderer, and not the real Neo.”

“Just look at you, stupid girl. How you look on a murderer’s cock, latched onto it like it’s your pacifier,”

“You see how you pushed further into me right then, Lyla? That’s what tells me you belong to me. That you’re my brand of fucked up.” “Because I like a little bite of pain?” I ask, still breathing heavily from the stinging on my back. “No. Because you like everything I do to you. No matter what it is.”

“These are the only tears I want to see on these cheeks. The ones that come because you’re so eager to feed.”

“Don’t bite the hand that feeds, stupid girl. Or you’ll find yourself hungry.”

“Did I hurt you, truly? Or is your idea of harm skewed by what society says it is? Because when I lifted you off your feet by your throat, stupid girl, you didn’t see the flicker of excitement in your eyes as I did. I got to watch you live. Even when I stood over you in the mess of crumbled table, my foot on your chest, you looked up at me like I was your God. Don’t deny yourself what I can give you just because of what others would think or say. Because that would make you a stupid girl.”

“You mark things you own, Lyla. You seem confused about who you belong to, so I’ll remind you. Since your stupid little memory fails you often.”

You’ve branded me much deeper, anyhow. You changed the fucking cells in my body without my permission, and you’ll pay for it the rest of your pitiful fucking life, Lyla Morris.”

“You mean, you shouldn’t. But you will. And when you’ve taken his life like a good girl, I’ll fuck you on his corpse. I’ll make you come so hard, you won’t hesitate the next time I tell you to spill blood for me.”

“And because you’re mine tonight, stupid girl, you’re going to cross into the world of the corrupt where those of us who are perverted and immoral live. So vile that even God himself fears us. You’re going to kill to please me, and I’m going to live to please you.”

“No, I’ve delivered you to evil. Led you to temptation and forced you to partake. And those that trespass against us will be killed from this day forward. You and I are all that matter, my stupid, stupid girl. It’s us against the fucking world. But don’t let your stupid head run away from you. I am your God, and my name is hallowed, and you will surrender to only me.”

“Where are we going?” I ask Neo. “Everywhere,” he says. “The world is our playground, stupid girl. And we’re going to fucking play.”

The killer and his stupid little girl. We were born to find one another and straddle the edge of darkness until hell comes calling because we don’t fit here. We fit in the flames.