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To all the good girls who want a man with a filthy mouth to be obsessed with them.
“Look at you, pretty girl. I can feel your lies dripping from your cunt.”
I feel a desperate need for her to be so close, we could merge into one. To inject her in my veins, as if I might go through withdrawal without her. In such little time, Blair has embedded herself under my skin, giving me a new addiction. My little obsession.
“Alright, baby. I don’t care to hear you speak anymore unless you’re begging for me to eat your pretty pussy or to fuck you. So sit the fuck down on the bed and spread your legs nice and wide for me.”
The bath, the wine, and now the book have formed the ultimate trifecta for my restoration. Being immersed in a universe where my problems don’t exist and real life loses its significance has always been where my heart resides.
“Then get on your fucking knees, my filthy girl. Show me how sinful you are, baby.”
“You can and you will take my cock baby, open up.”
“Where did this come from?” He shrugs and responds, “I didn’t know what you needed this shit for, so I packed that and a few other things just in case.” I flash him a smile and hold my hands over my heart, “My hero. What would I do without you?” Returning to a still shrieking Braxton, I reach down in front of him and snatch one of his severed hands from the floor, and shove it past his teeth into his mouth. Taking the tape I cover his mouth, keeping him silent besides the choking sounds of his panic. “That's better. Now, where were we?”
“Can I cut his head off?” Grimm says, excitement lacing his tone. “You know he’s dead, right?” I ask. “Yeah, but I want to cut his head off.”
“Oh, it'll fit, sweet girl. You were made for me, made to take my cock. All ten inches will be buried inside your wet cunt, Blair.”
“It will, baby. I’ll go nice and slow. You were made for me, little obsession. It’ll fit.”
Looking down at her angelic and blushed face, my heart swells and I realize that home isn’t a place. Home is Blair. Home is us. My little obsession has no idea how deep she runs through my veins.
The need for her that thrums in my veins is what I would imagine injecting drugs is like. The all consuming feeling she brings me is unlike anything I've felt before. I want to keep her forever, my beautiful little obsession. And I will. Because Blair is mine. She will always be mine.
The one good trait he passed down? I don’t give a fuck either. Blair is the only thing keeping my soul intact. The only thing that keeps the blood pumping through my body and has defrosted the organ within my chest cavity. For this, he’ll pay. He’ll pay with blood, tears, and his worthless soul. By the time I’m done putting everyone in the ground, I’ll be the new fucking Grim Reaper. Collecting the souls from those who took what’s fucking mine.
“So no, little obsession. You aren't ruined. You are not filthy, or broken. You are mine. I will take all of your shattered bits and put them back together. I will give you parts of myself to fill the cracks in your empty pieces. I will nourish your soul until it feels whole again.”
“They say that after someone dies, the human brain can live on for seven minutes, and that in those seven minutes are their best memories.” I try to pay attention but the warmth of his body and the feeling of him rubbing my hair drags me even deeper. I think I catch his last words before sleep fully consumes me. “My seven minutes would be full of you, my little obsession.”
“You’ll never,” he kisses the corner of my lip and down along my jaw. “Be,” he trails lower to my neck, kissing the skin there, “Alone.” He trails opened-mouthed kisses along my erratic pulse, “I’ll always be your shadow, little obsession.”
“There is not a universe in which you will not be mine. Not a single outcome that does not result in you belonging to me wholeheartedly. You live in every single one of my fucking thoughts, you pump through my veins, you consume me until I am nothing left without you.” “You. Are. Mine.”
“No words could express the utter need for you that runs through my veins. I would be like a shadow without light. I would cease to fucking exist without you. Isn’t it obvious that I love you, Blair?”
“You want me on my knees, Blair? You like having a man who’s killed with his bare hands kneeling at your fucking feet, baby?”
“I will gladly get on my knees and fucking crawl to you, Blair. You hold all the power. My name may invoke fear, but yours invokes death, my little obsession, because for you I will crawl, I will kill, I will become death itself.”
“You. Are. Mine. Your body is mine. Your heart is mine. Your soul is mine. Every part that makes you, you? They’re all fucking mine.”
“I’m not asking you to marry me, Blair. Because you will. You will wear my ring on your finger. You will be my wife. You will be mine, forever. A shadow is always there, even if you can’t see it. I am your shadow, little obsession. Say yes.”
“My obsession drove me to madness and I never want to be sane again.”
Years have passed, and my obsession for her has only grown stronger. Away is the monster that lived in my heart for so long. The seed that my little obsession has dug and planted into my soul has been watered with love and desire. She turned my withering roots into a full garden, where every day is idyllic and peaceful. Finally, we are set free from those pretty little fears.
