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“I was yours the night I walked into Vile House. Free or not, I’m fucking yours.”
I don’t think I’m capable of love, but whatever monsters live inside me are, and they picked Remiel,
I want to give him the antidote to a mind that plagues him. A mind that doesn’t understand who he is or why his parents didn’t love him.
It’s not fear that overcomes me, it’s sadness. Sadness for lives unlived and lost.
It’s grief for so much carnage, and pain because loss hurts deeper than anything.
‘Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and over and expecting different results.’
‘In madness lies sanity.’
‘Though this be madness, yet there is a...
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Love is caring enough about someone to know what they need and wanting to give it to them.” I wet my lips. “I know what you need, and I want to give it to you. Even if you hate me for it.”
I became Krypt and finally felt like myself. Now, Remiel’s name sits with mine because he is not only my source of pride, but my source of liberation. He is love. He is obsession.
“I’m so sinister that I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t breathe. I want to hurt. I want to shatter like I made you shatter.” “Thought you didn’t like pain?” “Maybe I crave the pain you cause me,”
“It’s lovely the way you haunt me. Every part of my life is dictated by you now. When you’re gone, I feel you stalking me. When you’re near, I’m attracted to your monsters. When I sleep, you haunt my dreams. And when you’re inside me like this, vulnerable but dangerous about it, it shows me exactly who you are. Because I demanded rough enough to hurt, yet you’re being gentle with me while adding roughness to your words. You’re a fucking riddle, Krypt. I love trying to figure you out.” “Stop trying.”
I don’t know why I’m being gentle. I crave it, something different. Something that separates him from the violent way I interact with everyone else. I want to war with him over everything, but I want him to fight me back hard enough to challenge me. I want him to submit by choice rather than demand, and I want him to fear and love me simultaneously.
“Ne...
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“I love you,” he whispers. “Stop.” “I love you.” I groan, barely holding it together. “Shut up.” “Ahhhh, Krypt,” he moans, breath fanning my mouth. “I fucking love you.” “Remiel,”
“I’m obsessed with you.”
me with so much dread that I hid for half my life. I forgot to live it because I was so scared of it ending. But since Krypt, I relish the sensation of being so afraid because it doesn’t make me weak anymore.
“You’re my sanity and my insanity.”
“You are mine. You smell like me. You wear me. You belong to me.”
“I love you,” I whisper. Then the softness turns to obsession, and I know he loves me back.
“You. Are. Mine. Say it.” “I’m yours.”
