Writhe (Wellard Asylum)

by K.T. Maddan

The mind is a fragile thing. Even the strongest will bend under the right conditions.

I don’t want to break her. I want to own her. I want her wrecked, gasping, ruined. Mine.

I’d rather burn the whole fucking world down than stay here another second without you.”

“I’m always shaking,” I murmur. “Only time I stop is when I’m with you.”