Into Darkness We Fall

by Jodie King

someone who is obsessed with me and has been tormenting me every week for around five years now.

Consistency is key!

the word 'Mine' was scrawled on the mirror in what seemed to be blood, and the sink was filled with black rose petals, a haunting reminder of his presence.

The commitment - chefs kiss

“Who gives a fuck what other people think? Jump that dick, girl!”

We love a supportive friend

“We don't have to do anything you don't fucking want to. I did just want to hang out until you kissed me like that, and now I can't help but want to eat your cunt for dinner.”

he simply smirks in return, seemingly unaffected that I'm going to lick his best friend's abs and fucking like it while doing so.

“While he fills that tight little cunt of yours from behind, I want you to fantasize with every fucking second that goes by, that I am the one deep inside of you, shamefully tearing your perfect pussy apart. Always keep your pretty eyes on mine and show us just how hard you will come for me.”

Fuck, I’m turning into a slut.

“Because I want to break every single fucking inch of you."

“I want to stretch and fill each of your tiny holes with my cock and come. I want to make sure you don’t walk back out of my fucking bedroom the same girl you were when you walked into it.”

It becomes clear that this is a man with no boundaries, willing to do whatever it takes to satisfy both of us.

We love a committed king

“This is going to be rough, but just know it's because I've wanted to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock for a while now.”

“Open your mouth.” I meet his gaze before I slowly part my lips and without warning, he spits forcefully into the back of my throat, catching me off guard and before I can do anything, he rips his fingers from my aching pussy, causing my knees to weaken, only to thrust them into my mouth with a brutal shove.

but I am clinging to a faint hope that maybe we can reach an agreement of understanding

Really??

“I would be very careful, Ivan, because the monsters you create might just turn around and fuck you up. We are merely a reflection of what you created and in reality, we are much fucking worse because you poured your poison into our veins throughout our entire childhood and bread us to be this way.”

“What kind of queen is frail, useless and has not an ounce of strength inside her?” “But you will.”

“Because queens will forever be fucking queens. You may not feel it right now since you have never known it, but right here—” He gently places his warm palm on my chest, covering my heart. “No amount of sorrow and trauma is capable of stripping away the purest of blood and strength that flows through every chamber of your heart, Charley.”

“But always know, Char, that I now sit in your darkest hours with you, and you will never be alone. Your tears and sadness now belong to me. You don't have to carry it by yourself; it's equally mine, and if it becomes too much to bear, I'll need you to fucking share it with me so I can shoulder the weight and give you some time to rest and revive.”

"You, Charley. I want every broken piece of you. Just tell me how I can become a better man; tell me what you need from me so I can glue all the pieces back together that I damaged. I want to replace every fucked-up memory you have with something so strong that it takes away everything you have been through and nothing else matters. I want to cherish every part of you, as you truly deserve. I want you as my queen.”