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by
M.L. Burns
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October 6 - October 7, 2025
To the silent ones. There is someone out there that will believe and listen to you.
Heavy is the guilt you bear, Brother… and I hope it swallows you endlessly.
“For this one…” I look to him as he cuts me off. The smile he gives me is filled with carnage. “Call me daddy, little niece of mine.”
know you’re fucking lying, baby girl.”
“Don’t hit anyone ever again, Cal, do you hear me?” My bottom lip trembles, and I suck it between my teeth. “I’m more than happy to be your violence.”
“I hate when you do that,” he says while revving the bike to life. “What?” I shout, the sound reverberating around in the helmet. “Just nodding in agreement. I like to hear you. Now, do you understand, Cal?” My cheeks burn. “I understand.” “Good girl.” Instant clit tingles.
The chokehold this woman has on me is tight enough to suffocate and kill me. It’s pathetic that I wouldn't even fight for my life—I’d simply let it happen. Not because I want to die, but because she’d be the one doing it.
Yet when I look at her, it’s all brand new. Her hair isn’t blonde, it’s the color of the sun that I had sometimes forgot about sitting in prison. Those eyes of hers aren’t just green, they are the grass I would roll around through in the youth I wish lasted longer than ten years. That fucking smile isn’t the innocence it portrays it to be. It’s filthy, and I want it to be mine.
“You’re telling me our first kiss was while I was asleep?” My head tilts as he threads his fingers under my loose ponytail, gripping my hair and angling me back further. “Bad girl.” Then his mouth is on mine, ravenous and hungry, devouring me like I’m the sustenance he lacked for years.
As long as it’s him that pulls me to Hell, I’ll gladly burn just to mix our ashes so there is no telling us apart.
“I like you too, Ronan. A lot. And I think you were right when you said we’re toxic—but not for each other. I believe our poison can create something beautiful, yet lethal to anyone who isn’t us.”
My strange desires to be hurt, used and taken like I’m just a piece of meat, is what gives me back what I lost. Consent.
“Whatever,” I finally say. “You murder my pussy daily, and that’s the only killing I’ll accept you’re guilty of.”
“And for you to tell people it’s the day you chose my heavy to carry.”
Thank you, Cal, for bearing my heavy and lifting it where I couldn’t.
