Once You're Mine (Possessing Her)

by Morgan Bridges

Dead and gone. Like my victims.

oh nah son is crazy

To complete the ritual… End a life. Give justice. Begin again.

yo bro?

Without a display of tears. Not yet. But they all do eventually. Another part of the ritual I enjoy.

One less man who preys upon innocent women and children.

ohh i think I like him

I suspect it’s because they’re not aware of the vile acts their loved ones committed. If they were, they’d express fear, not sadness.

thats usually what it is

Grave humor from me. How rare… and amusing.

Regardless of her beauty, Miss Green is the one I watch with bated breath, my chest rising and falling in time with hers, my body leaning forward whenever she moves. She’s the one I’m connected to at the moment.

ooh 🙂‍↕️

The subtle flickering of her pulse along her throat snatching my attention again and again.

These things I understand and control, lest they take me over—as they try to do on occasion.

I’m not a perfect man. Only my intentions are.

The pastor asks everyone to bow their heads in pr...

Except for me. ...

😳

I continue watching her. Scrutinizing her. The longer I do, the more piqued my interest becomes.

What is she thinking about? And where the hell are the tears?

No one can see me at this distance, but I find myself wanting to get closer. It goes against my rules to get near my victim’s loved ones, so I don’t.

She treats each individual like a person of worth.

Perhaps this is why she hasn’t cried yet. Miss Green is preparing her stage.

She’ll be no different than the others. Just like she wears those pearls, she’ll wear selfishness disguised as grief. So, I wait.

Her continued stillness draws me, pulls me toward her.

uh ohh

To a passerby I look like someone visiting the deceased. On any other day, that would be true.

Finally, the tears come.

I don’t possess empathy, but if I did, I’d be gutted at hearing such a forlorn sound.

Even so, there’s a strange tightness in my chest. It intensifies the longer she cries, the more tears she sheds.

There is no audience, no performance to be had. Just a daughter mourning the loss o...

Miss Green waited until she was alone to properly grieve, a revelatio...

Disappointment surges along with confusion, and my brow furrows. For the first time, the joy I receiv...

My satisfaction has been thwarted. And replaced with an uncomfortable sensation that I refuse to name. Something I shouldn’t be capable of.

🫢

It’s there nonetheless. Miss Green is the cause of this.

“You caused pain before and after your death. If I could kill you again, I would.”

ok i think i love him ☹️☹️☹️

I pick it up and press my lips to the petal where she did moments ago, inhaling deeply.

uh? 😭

The fragrance of the bloom fills my nostrils, along with the scent of the woman who now invades my thoughts.

A problem. One that I intend to solve and be rid of. No matter the cost. Or else the price I’ll pay will be my s...

‘Do you want me to come over and eat your pussy till you come on my face?’”

😭 ok i like this coworker

Then I pump hand sanitizer onto my palm and spread it all over my hands. Money is disgusting. And I mean that in every way possible. That doesn’t stop me from needing it.

“I don’t want to continue that conversation.” “You’re lucky someone else just walked in,” she whispers.

“He’s here for me,” I say to Harper. “In what capacity?”

“Business or pleasure?” “Business.” “Could be both.”

LOLLL

She might be my best friend—my only friend—but the details of my father’s murder aren’t something I want to discuss with anyone.

However, everything’s been buried so deep I’m not sure I can find the person responsible for his death.”

Whoever killed my father took everything from me. Not just a loving parent, but my security, financial and physical. As well as my future.

damnnn

“That was definitely business, and not pleasure,” she says. “Are you okay?”

By the time I was ready to end his life, I knew everything about him, down to the names of his staff members. And of course, his daughter.

I can’t stop thinking about her, recalling and dissecting her behavior in order to understand it.

I’m no closer to comprehending why she’s different. Or the reason her tears affected me.

I want to be rid of the problem, the confusion and lack of control she creates in my life. Except I won’t kill her, because...

However, invading her priva...

yay

For this reason, I had a hand in getting her a job at the Sugar Cube.

It’s within walking distance of her apartment, which is convenient for her. But more importantly, it’s close to my office building. That allows me to follow her to work every morning and to her home at night.

🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Fortunately for me, Miss Green always commutes to work when it’s dark. All the more reason to watch over her.

how considerate 🙂‍↕️

“This man” being the surprise that immediately pissed me off today.

the private investigator huh? 😂