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I had an urge, almost something desperate, to see more of her.
And there she is. This time, I stop in my tracks, my eyes locked on the mysterious woman. Isabel halts her steps next to me, confused. The stranger’s gaze is fixed on us. I notice details I hadn’t before: her honey-colored skin adorned with intricate tattoos, the uneven dangle of a cross earring—one lobe adorned, the other bare. She’s wearing black cargo pants and a white t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The intensity of her stare sends tingles down my spine, a sensation I can’t ignore. It’s not just fear—it’s something else, something that stirs arousal deep within me.
I reach into my pocket, and my fingers snag around a chain. When I pull it out, the sight sends a jolt through me. I narrow my eyes, examining the necklace. It’s intricate, delicate, with a small, pink butterfly pendant dangling from it. It’s the same one the masked woman was wearing around her neck in the basement.
I will cherish it, keep it safe until I figure out what it means.
“Mors tua, vita mea,”
Every day, I open the door, turn on the lights, power up the machines, and watch her. Across the many monitors, I observe Valeria walking around her apartment.
As I watch Valeria, a thrill shoots through me. I’m going to finally make my presence known.
“Fuck, princesa. You’re going to be the reason for a hundred deaths once I get a taste of you,”
“Ronnie, what are you doing?” she mumbles through her gag. “Teaching you a fucking lesson,” I grit out. I press the pink kubotan stick firmly against her slick folds, and the metal slips. “Foda-se, princesa. You’re soaked.”
It’s right then that I realize Valeria has to be mine.
But I don’t feel scared around Verónica. On the contrary—I’m the most alive I’ve ever felt.
“Yes, butterfly. Vem-te para mim.” Come for me, she groans, fucking me hard and steady with her hand.
“Foste incrível. Mal posso esperar para que sejas minha.” You were incredible. I can’t wait for you to be mine.
“I’m here now,” she says, her voice barely audible, but it hits me like a tidal wave. “I’m here, Valeria.”
“How could I have ever forgotten you? You’re perfect. Everything I’ve ever needed. Just like this. Bare. Under me. Completely mine.”
“Ride me, princesa,” she orders, her voice dark with desire. “Put your soaking cunt on mine and make me come again.” She grabs my still-wet fingers, pulling them into her mouth, slowly sucking and licking them clean. “Use me to get off. Show me what a good little slut you are.”
“Eyes open, butterfly,” Ronnie says, her voice commanding. “I want to see them roll back when you come for me, as I steal all the air you breathe.”
“Do you feel it?” Ronnie says. “It’s like the stars waited for us—like every scar, every broken piece, was leading us to this point.”
“Mors tua, vita mea,” she murmurs, her eyes burning into mine. “Your death, my life. But it was never about death, was it? It was always life. You gave me life, Valeria. Even when they tried to take it from me, I held on because somewhere, deep down, I knew you were out there, waiting for me.”
“And I’m not lost anymore. I’m not broken. We found each other, and nothing—nothing—can tear us apart again.”
“Deixa-me tomar conta de ti.” Let me take care of you. She looks into my eyes, seeing the sincerity there. “Why?” “Because you’re mine now.”
“You’re the air I need to survive, the gravity that keeps me grounded. Now that I’ve found the piece of me that was missing, it feels like home. You’re my first thought in the morning, and my last breath at night. I’ve loved you since you sat next to me in that secluded area of the forest, surrounded by butterflies that didn’t even come close to your beauty, and I’ll keep loving you until the stars forget to shine.”
“Yes. Whatever my butterfly wants.” Always.
