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You were born bluer than a butterfly, Beautiful and so deprived of oxygen. Colder than your father's eyes, He never learned to sympathise with anyone. You were born reaching for your mother's hands, Victim of your father's plans to rule the world. Too afraid to step outside, Paranoid and petrified of what you've heard.
If you like unhinged, masked, morally greys with a soft spot for her, a past worse than death and a split tongue. I got you. Oh, and did I mention, It’s a Woman?
I was his Puppet, but now, I’m his bloody Puppeteer.
But in this moment, His death is my only salvation. It's my only purpose. It's my Freedom.
If you give a flower too much water, you'll drown it. And I feel like I'm drowning. My pot is spilling over taking the soil with me.
The abuse I endured for simply being different really fed me my new identity. Now I've lived and breathed to put on a mind-blowing show, and this is my final act.
“Will you shut the fuck up!... I don't want to hurt you. Don’t make me hurt you. Please. Be a good girl and Shhhh…”
I miss those damn eyes. I need her to wake up and fucking LOOK AT ME. I need her to fucking see me. See me for what I am. What she is doing to me and punish her deeply for it.
“I fucking get it! I get this anger you're feeling! I get this hunger for vengeance! I get that swelling ache that feels like it's collapsing your lungs. That overwhelming urge to want to make all the pain go away! But you have to fight it! You have to fucking suck it up and survive! You have to be better than it! Better than me!...”
She's scoffing my food like a beggar and I'm internally grinning at how stupidly adorable she looks trying to pretend she doesn't like it. I make banging pancakes.
“All it takes is one biggggg squeeze… And you are free. Free to live your life as you wish. In fact, I urge you to do it Alora. Because if you don't. I will find you, in every village, town, city and I will not stop until we are this close again because you -” I'm sensing raw pain in her vocals and I don’t even think I want her to finish that sentence. “Are. My. OXYGEN.”
“I will stop at nothing to rain hell on anyone who thinks they can take you away from me..."
Nah stop it
“Do you want me to punish you sweetheart? Just say the word baby and I will give you the most mind-blowing punishment you've ever fucking had.”
Fuck. Me. Dead.
She slept beside me when I encompass a picture she should loathe. We are the same words in a different font. Collateral Damage.
“Why sunflowers? They don’t exactly scream Valentines Day?” I ask curiously, staring at the beautiful shade of yellow, almost amber? “They match your eyes.”
EXCUSE MEEEEE
She chugs the bottle, her arms intertwining with the rhythm filling the room and I think I finally understand what Beauty is. It’s her. She’s beautiful. She is that flower in a storm that survived its wrath and kept growing. Blooming. Strong enough to withstand mother nature and all its pain.
“What if I'm never ready?”
“Then never, I'll wait.”
THATS IT IM GETTING OFF THIS RIDE
“Make me forget.”
“Innocence…” She warns, and I know how weird that sounds, I don’t even understand why I want her but I need this. I’m still buzzing on adrenaline and shock, maybe this is a coping mechanism for my trauma but right now all I can think about is how I want her to ravish me and strip me bare of the innocence I may have left, I want her to show me how filthy I am for her, how much I desire to sin for her, defy god and worship the devil for her, obey her every command for her, unwrap all my layers of insecurities and make me trust completely in her, say words only to fuel my submission for her,
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“You will be the death of me, Alora Blackthorne.”
😭😭😭
“And I'll happily die right with you.”
“Beg for my cock baby, beg me like you’re going to fucking die without it.” I will fucking die without it. Without her. Without hesitating my mouth moves.
“Now, You’re going to be a good girl, and cum on my fucking cock.”
GYATTTTT
“Even broken you continue to find something in me worth fighting for. Even after everything, you look at me like I'm somebody.”
I’ve never wanted to protect something so deeply in my life. Like she is the reason I’m alive. My reason to keep going. To scare away all the darkness that wants to harm her.
“My dessert is meant to be spread over the island with her legs open.”
Well here we go
“We are making cookies! Thennnn you can have your dessert.”
“That’s right Baby. Daddy will get rid of that ache for you.”
Yes pls
So, she looked him dead in the eyes and said. ‘Then never, I'll wait.’ And she did. She waited. And waited. And then I came along.
“You, Alora D'arcy Blackthorne. Are my god damn fucking happiness.”
Stop it rn
Now I finally understand what it means to find an entire universe in one person.
I bawled
I’m so stupidly in Love with her, I'll go to the ends of the earth just to give her everything I never had.
“Cum for me, Alora, be a good girl baby and show me how good Daddy takes care of you…”
Ok yep that’ll do
“This is Love, Hayden. Let me show you why I will always Love you.”
“They may never let me out… But If they do. I hope you’ll be waiting for me.”
“Then never, I'll wait…”
AGAINNNNNN
In this moment, death is my salvation. She was always going to be my end. My purpose. My Freedom. And my death was merely, Collateral Damage.
I need you to let me go. I need you to know it’s ok to move on. I want you to bloom, my Little Sunflower.
Okay here I bawled for real
