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To all the girls who ever wanted to be the hot serial killer’s last meal
Xero. Xero Greaves spent his last day on death row alone and miserable because of me and my cowardice. Grief hits me like a tsunami, making my legs buckle. My knees hit the wet tiles, and I gasp out a sob. Pain spreads across my heart, overshadowing the rawness around my throat. “I’m sorry, baby,” I whisper through tears.
but I also missed the wedding we were supposed to have in the prison chaplain, followed by three hours of conjugal bliss.
A normal woman wouldn’t become infatuated with the mugshot of a killer. A normal woman also wouldn’t send said killer letters every other day, accept his gifts, or his proposal of marriage.
P.S. Most women spray their letters with perfume. You’re the first who has scented the paper with their pussy. Brava.
The next time you allow a man to touch what’s mine, you’ll find his body parts under your pillow.
My choice of last meal wouldn’t be liver, fava beans, and chianti. It would be you. I would devour every inch of your delectable body from your luscious lips to your pretty pussy. I would lap your juices, drink your piss, lick your sweat. No part of you will remain untouched.
“Or what?” I snap. “You’ll fuck me hard and fast with your huge, pierced cock? Oh, no.”
“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.”
“Love? That’s too bland to describe what’s in my heart. You’re my North Star, my guiding light, my entire purpose. I’m obsessed, addicted, compelled to worship at your feet, if only to sate the hunger inside me only you can quell.”
“You’re all I ever think about. You’re all I ever want. You’re in my lungs, under my skin, in all four chambers of my heart. You’re the blood running through my fucking veins.”
love you, Amethyst Crowley. Every beautiful, broken piece. And I’ll never let you go.”
“Explain to me again why I have to do this naked?” she ask through clenched teeth. If glares could kill, ther malevolent green eyes would cast an Avada Kedavra.
