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“You just survived The Mad House, played me your music, endured a fuck, and told me you…” he swallows the end of the sentence. “I don’t want to hurt you right now, Remiel.”
“Don’t obsess over me as someone other than yourself. You scare me, Krypt. Keegan. You scare me, and I fucking like it when you scare me, so stop treating me—”
Whatever way this goes, we go together, because I’m dragging him with me if he tries to let me go. I grin at him. Fear and fun. He’s right.
“Okay, then why won’t you do it?” Soren turns into Ghost before my eyes, and I get my answer.
“Our sick bargain, Remiel. The one that will take us into forever and teach us to be sick and sinister together.”
“Own me,” I say, setting the first term. “But love me, too.”
“Fuck me and force me and abuse me,” I set the second term. “But make love to me, too. Learn how.”
“Show me how,” Krypt says. How to do gentle. Make love. Be soft. Intimacy without the depravity. “We can learn together.”
“I love you,” I whisper. Then the softness turns to obsession, and I know he loves me back.
“I like your interpretation of me, so that’s the one I’m going with.”
“Not even death, Remiel. Understand?” Pliantly, I nod. “But I don’t want death. Not anytime soon.” “Finally,”
He holds me up, treating me like I’m unbreakable. Because I am unbreakable. I’m fucking Remiel Sauder, defying a curse and owned by the Vile boy in the purple mask. Bargain fucking met, Krypt.
