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Everyone’s a villain. This is a slow burn romance. Don’t panic.
“First, we break you. “Second, we break you. “Third, we break you.”
For some reason, it was impossible to spiral when a child was degrading your character.
It was a fact of life that some people were blessed and not stressed. I hoped all those people got gonorrhea.
Who was going to tell her that torturing people was tacky? Me, that was who.
I’d never really thought about what I wanted in a male partner, but now I realized I wanted them to be completely unhinged. Like, super messed up in the head. I wanted to look at them and think, I’m normal. They would bring me flowers and tell me I was being cute when I killed someone. And when they razed the world to the ground for me, I’d compliment them on their technique. Was that too much to ask for?
Was I spoiled? My childhood flashed before me: flames, torture, isolation, cruel taunts, beatings, crying, running away, and terror. Nah.
All I wanted to do was sleep for hours, smoke, and eat sour candy. We’d literally just been tortured for days.
Men were stupid. Instead of talking shit behind each other’s backs like normal people, they talked shit to the person they were insulting. Then they had the audacity to get butt hurt when the person got pissed. It was like when they were growing up, they were so busy trying to be all macho and strong that they never learned how to gossip effectively. A critical life skill.
They wouldn’t survive a single day with teenage girls. They’d be torn to shreds. Eviscerated. I missed Sadie and the girls.
The truth fucking sucked. But then again, would it even be the truth if it didn’t?
My fictional lover would never make me fight. As soon as he saw that I was injured, he’d kill everyone with a snap of his fingers. His sole life purpose would be to protect me.
I bit my cheeks to stop from laughing. There was something about a grown man acting like a homicidal maniac that tickled my funny bone. Like, was he for real? Was this really what we were doing right now?
Fact of life, I was hot. What did he want me to do, be insecure? I wasn’t dumb like that.
