Death Blooms

by Yolanda Olson

I think it may have grown attached to me as they often tend to do and the problem is that I may have grown attached too.

I may keep it. I may kill it. I may kill myself. I may kill us both. I haven't decided yet and that's the most exciting feeling of all.

Sometimes it’s hard for me to tell the difference between reality and fantasy and that’s another reason I want to go home.

But his lips are my favorite thing about him. They’re so big and look so fucking soft that I think I would die if I ever felt them against any part of my body.

He ended up in the ICU and you know what? I still took what the fuck I wanted from him just to teach him a goddamn lesson in humility.

I don’t understand how it’s possible to have eyes so big and blue, but God I wish they would look at me the way I know mine look at him.

No one would ever look at the two of us and think that we could be together—not the trust fund kid and the sociopathic murderer.

I just have always had this little fantasy ever since I first laid eyes on him during a night out with Aiden and have dreamed almost every single night since of being everything he’s ever wanted.

Penn would be able to command me to do anything his heart desired, and I would be the submissive, subservient, obedient little boy, eager to please his owner. I guess in a way, that makes me a pet too.

Gray Talbot, with a crush so severe, can’t stand to be around him whenever he’s near, I taunt myself mentally.

“I heard some groaning last night from the stairwell. I took care of it for you,” he whispers, his breath hot on my ear.

“Why do you look at me like that?” he asks, tilting his head to the side. “Like what?” I ask defensively.

“Like you want to eat me or something,” he replies with a chuckle.

I feel uneasy, sick. There’s something not right about Penn and coming from me—that means a hell of lot more than it would coming from anyone else.

“Can you at least nod or shake your head when I ask you this next question?” I beg, glancing at it. It nods and waits. “Okay,” I say as I blow out my breath, “would you want me? If circumstances were different, I mean. Like would you fuck me?”

“I really hate my life sometimes. It hurts just to be alive and breathing, but I don’t want to end things just yet either. I know it may sound corny, and I know that you probably think I’m nuts at this point, I just kind of feel like shit has to get better, you know? It can’t very well get any fucking worse.”

Its such a good pet and I hope that its owner will love it as much as I do. I do love my pieces.

Either way, I’d end up looking like an asshole and that’s not exactly how to woo someone.

I’m going to fucking kill her. She doesn’t need to worry about Max Boothe, because I’m going to snap her fucking neck.

and I see the way you watch me when you think I’m not looking. The thing is, I look at you the same way too and only Aiden seems to have noticed,” he confesses nervously.

“But I’m not used to getting the things I want either.” “And you want me?” he asks with a smile. “Yes,” I whisper softly. “Thank God,” he says,

In this moment, the world can explode around us and I wouldn’t even fucking notice. The rivers could run dry and the heavens could rain fire, but nothing would be able to steal this away from me.

“I want you to make me beg you to fuck me. I want you to make my body ache for you and I want you to use me when you finally feel that you’ve prolonged it enough. I want you to be gentle and I want you to hurt me. I want everything you can give me and more,” I confess between shuddering breaths.

I place a hand on the top of his head and ball up a fistful of hair. Penn’s lips curve on my dick and I know he’s smiling.

The man of my dreams is on his knees in front of me and I’m a fucking wreck trying to control the primal urge to knock him onto his back and gag him viciously with my cock.

I want him to force his cock into my mouth, I want him to make me take all of it and I want him to cum in my throat.

Another lick of the lips, another glance in my direction, another flutter in my heart.

It’s strange the way I feel around her. It’s much different than the way I’ve felt around anyone else, but it’s nothing more than knowing that she genuinely loves me as the person I am, and not the false perception that I wear day in and day out. She sees the monster and she loves it.

She knows what I do because I like her feedback and help with my art, but I don’t want her to think of me as some kind of mindless killer.

But we all have to feel real pain at some point in our lives to become the beautiful things we’re destined to be,”

“There’s no cure for you. And if there is? I don’t fucking want it,”

I can’t love him and Aiden at the same time, can I? Does a man like me really have enough room in my heart to love two people in completely different ways?

I still haven’t decided if we deserve to live yet, but I know that what I’ve done here will make me incredibly happy—in life or in death.

And now, she never has to fight again. No one will ever hurt her because I’m saving her.

I didn’t make any major alterations to it, only joined them together so that I could have both halves of my heart in one vessel.