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Vicolette had attempted to take her own life once, and the unsuccessful endeavor casted her into my arms. I was a young man then, barely twenty-three, and she was only fourteen, but her beauty had woven a web around me. I watched her grow, and with her age came a deep-rooted obsession. No matter how hard I tried to convince myself, I couldn’t deny my feelings. I loved her.
Instinct brought my hand back, but for the life of me, love wouldn’t let me strike.
Oh, Everleigh, how I adore you. Cry for me a little louder, baby.
Still, she stayed silent. And still, the tears came.
I’ll save you, he sings. Enslave you, I whisper. And around we go. Bleeding anew, battling for love, killing for you...
Does it hurt horribly? Do you still love me? God, I love you. I swear I do.”
Do you still love me with my knife peeling back your face? Tell me you love me now.”