Hollow Hellion

by Jodie King

“Fuck, I love it when you talk murder to me,” he breathes out, a devilish grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Good, doesn't make girls like you come or feel desired.”

“So, this is a regular thing for you, is it? You do this to other girls?” I ask, my suspicions raised. He shakes his head once in response, his spiraling orbs locked on mine. “No, Noir. I've been trying to find you my entire life.”

“Love? No, Noir. What I possess for you is far more intense and deeply disturbing. Something that eclipses any form of love, leaving behind only a haunting stain of darkness in its wake.”

“I don’t need to know who the fuck you were, Noir. Once I set eyes on you, I knew everything about your past would be lost. Your future, your fate—they're all mine now,” his voice is hushed, yet full of promise. “They belong to me. That's the only Noir I will ever know—the

one we shape. And in the process, she will become my obedient little slut.”

“And I would never hurt you out of malice or fucking anger. I would never harm you intentionally. The only time you're ever allowed to shed tears is when the delivery of my pain and pleasure gets too intense. No one, and I mean fucking no one on this earth, is allowed to hurt your beautiful body or soul but me. Not even you.”

“I know sometimes what I am terrifies you, but even in the darkest depths, there's always a flicker of light that solely belongs to you. That's why I'm so fucking obsessed with you, pretty girl. You’re the only person who has ever stirred something inside me other than darkness. And I am addicted to it.” I confess, the words slipping out like a forbidden secret.

“Don’t ever feel guilt, because I’d let this entire place burn to the fucking ground just to cover you from the flames. You, my pretty girl, are worth every damn burn I would suffer. With me as your shield, you’re untouchable.”