The Hand that Feeds

by K.M. Mixon

“That’s insane! How do you fall in love with a mental patient?”

“You’re so fucking beautiful that it’s stupid.”

I’m starting to think I’m just what he says I am. A stupid, stupid girl, falling for a killer because he gives me attention I’ve never had before. No matter what he’s done, I can’t deny how I feel about him.

I swore to do no harm, yet part of me wants to walk beside this monster as he hunts down his next prey.

“I could never hurt you, stupid girl. Can’t you see that? Can’t you fucking feel it?”

I’m sleeping with a fucking murderer.

love life. I love everything about life. So why had I just given over to him like I would be fine leaving this world?

“Open up, stupid girl. It’s breakfast time.”

Ok so. Why was that hot?

I’m hungry, and he’s promising to feed me.

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

There was a peaceful feeling in my chest as he was about to take my life away from me. And I can’t explain why.

I hate it when they cry.

I only care that she keeps coming back to me. She’s an addiction I’m not ready to curb.

He just threatened to murder me and then kill himself, and yet, my stomach flutters inside it like I just had my first kiss.

Why do i love this book

he’s a psycho.

Girl so are you?!?

I want to be beside him at night when I go to sleep. I want to kiss him good morning, as we did this morning. But he needs to be a different man to do those things.

My arms fly in the air in exasperation. “Kill this one, Neo,” I mock. “Kill that one, Neo. He should learn to kill on his fucking own. What’s the matter with his hands that he can’t get them bloody? Huh?”

Hahaahahah

For what am I, other than his stupid girl?

“What’s that?” a man says. The Butcher, you bottom feeder.

“You don’t own me.” she mouths. And it tips me over the edge. I let her throat go, grabbing her and throwing her over my shoulder. “Well, we can fix that,” I tell her.

BRUH

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.”

We’re two fucked up souls, melded together by death and vengeance. We don’t need pretty words.

“The world is our playground, stupid girl. And we’re going to fucking play.”

She’s the drug that keeps getting more potent and more addictive as time goes on. And I need to take as much as possible with her.

even though she just took a trip to the underworld and back.

The way i laughed. Joker and harley vibes

She knows I fucking love her, even though I never utter the words.

yea we know