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Deep down, I knew he was a monster, but I thought he was my monster. I
Even at the height of my peril, I know it’s bad manners for a house guest to leave behind their severed fingers.
Trauma dumping has a limit, and I believe that limit is murder and its repercussions.
Ghosts don’t enter locked rooms to hide under beds and suck women’s fingers.
“You’ve slithered under my skin and invaded my soul. You’ve made me love you with all my heart.” My breath catches. “That’s good, then?” “That’s something a man can’t easily forgive,” he replies, his eyes hardening.
“You’re mine. Mine until the end of time. Mine until the sun goes supernova, and the moon crumbles to dust. Mine until the entire universe is reduced to atoms. And even when there’s nothing left of existence but mere echoes, my soul will reach out from the void to find yours.”
The man is shameless.
