Manik

by Amo Jones

To the girls who never noticed Prince Charming… …because the monster under their bed did that thing they liked with his tongue…

How can someone so achingly beautiful hold a soul so dark. Or maybe that’s how it works, maybe the most beautiful faces hide the darkest souls.

“Do not fuck with me, Beatrice,” he spits my name with so much disdain I flinch. “Because I don’t fuck fair.”

“Because I’m a bad man who has done very bad things, and you just so happened to fall onto the wrong radar. Or maybe it was the right one…” He pauses, then chuckles. “Either way, you’re fucked.”

I’ve always felt like women are a part of some lost sisterhood that got corrupted and manipulated by society and, to a degree, men. We’re just waiting to reconnect again and take over.

The thing about having a soul and offering it up on a silver platter for me, is I’ll shatter that platter after using it as a fucking frisbee.

“But in this lifetime, I’d not let you so much as breathe on my dick, sweetheart, so stop looking at me like I’m a snack, because I’m a fucking six-course meal and if you try to take a taste, I’ll be sure you choke on your bite.”

“Run, and I’ll catch you. I may enjoy the feast, but I fucking love the hunt more.”

Don’t let anyone fuck you—period. You wanna get fucked? You call me. No one else.”

Murder is inspirational gold for me. Prison holds flesh that’s washed up in sin… knock knock, bitch, now let the devil in… I’m a cannibal, motherfucking Hannibal, Lector, bounce up from this sector before my hellhounds eat ya…. Sic em. Yeah, that shit is definitely going on the album.

you can’t just be all light, you also need some smoke, some darkness, and I really don’t think you have the right amount of darkness to be able to carry the light he needs.”

Aeron is famous and rich and I’m a lost pirate searching for my next chest of treasure.

Little did she know, he was going to make the pain worse before he’d take it away, and he won’t take all of it away, he’ll ruin her. He’ll leave an ounce of pain still lingering on the surface every time he’s with her—enough for her to crave him. To yearn for him, she will soon see that she has been poisoned and it was only him who was her antidote. No one else can cure her but him.

She peered up at him all doe-eyed, and for a split second, he wanted to kill any motherfucker she ever looked at with those eyes.

There is nothing stopping this now, she has awoken something that should only ever be awake when someone needs to be eradicated. She’s awoken the beast.

“The word perfect is a flawed word in itself, because perfection doesn’t exist. It’s a word lazy people use to describe other people.”

“You only think I’m perfect because you haven’t seen my soul.”

“That’s because your brain isn’t capable of thinking of the horrific things I’ve done, Cub. If you could, you’d run and there’s no doubt about that at all, but if you did run, I’d chase you, so don’t even fucking think about it. Just saying.”

“The thought of anyone else touching you makes me fucking feral, Cub. And I don’t mean that in the same bullshit way that most other men mean that, I mean that as in I’ll straight up murder any motherfucker that so much as looks at you for too long, so… to answer your question? Yeah, I’m your man, but make no mistake, you are mine and I don’t play nice with other people trying to get into my sandbox—you feel me?”

There are four versions of me. Aeron, Manik, Syn—who is me when my father needs me as a son—and Zver—who my father, the family, and anyone else who needs it gets—that hides behind the bandana.

you may not have darkness inside of you, but you don’t run from the darkness around you, and that makes all the difference.”

A wish is just a sentence that’s said aloud in the hopes of it coming true. They never do. That’s just what they want you to think.

Not only does she not run from my beast, but she pets it, caresses it, and soothes it.

Your fate is in my hands, and I gotta say, my grip isn’t very firm these days.”

“It’s that I fucking felt it when you said it. You’re lethal for me, Beatrice. You’re not just a switch to my humanity, you’re a goddamn trigger for my rage too.”

“Because if there’s anyone who could ever make me say them, it’s you, but I can’t, Cub. I can’t say it to you right now because those words are the key to a future I can’t offer you.”

I’m neither Beatrice Kennedy or Amaya Corvo. I am a survivor, not a victim. I am a fighter, not a coward. I’m a lover, not a hater. I’m his Cub, for now, and forever.