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Grave robber, grave digger, tomb raider… There were many names for my chosen career path, but I preferred asset repossessor. It had a nice ring to it.
We’d been dating for over a year, if you could call lame dates and disappointing dick “dating”. I wasn’t feeling it, but…he was, so I was putting off ending things.
I loved crypts. I mean, so did every goth girl in theory, but my appreciation erred on the side of obsession. Something about the silence, the dust in the air, the undisturbed spiderwebs. I even liked bones. Hell, I especially liked bones. I liked
to stare at them and imagine the person they’d once belonged to.
I’d take her for myself now, with her heart still beating. I’d make her my slave. I’d be her lord and master. And I would ruin her for stealing from death himself.
“Did they enter you?” The flames in his eye sockets glowed with malice, and his deep as Hell growl had the corpses shrinking back into their cells. “Did they touch what’s mine?”
“Remember this. In the dark hours of the night, after I’ve crawled under that delectable skin of yours, invaded your every cell, peeled back your layers, and branded myself onto every bone of your body, know that you brought this on yourself.”
“What curse is that?” she whispered. I laughed, the sound deep and grating. “Me.”
The horny little goth girl inside wanted to stay in the realm of the dead and play the pet of the evil bone monster.
“I guess I am. You’re not the real you, so it’s perfectly fine if, you know, the whole ‘bone daddy’ thing you got going on actually does it for me.”
Death falling in love with life was a tale as old as fucking time. I’d been warned, so many times. I couldn't help it. This was my weakness. She was my weakness.
“God has no place here, nor prayers made to him. Here, there is no hope of his salvation. Only dust, darkness, and the screams of the damned.” He leaned forward, so close his breath swept over me, heating my flesh. “Soon, your screams will join their forsaken chorus, and it will be my name in your mouth. Not God’s.”
Still, I couldn’t stay in the land of the dead just because it had better dick.
