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“Every one of them is sick, you see. What I learned was that doctors only heal a certain kind of sickness. Me? I draw every last inch of it out.”
“Fear and pain, Branson. That is what my beautiful artwork requires to be truly complete, truly amazing.”
It’s like Amelia’s presence, even from across the room, lightens my very soul. The corner of my mouth twitches, and I wonder if I’m smiling.
Though she appears small and sweet, I am afraid she already has the same darkness that lives in Jane. Only time will tell.
In hell, innocence is a curse, not a blessing. And I won’t be the reason for her curse.
How Jane decided since it was my stupidity that caused it, I would wear the scars from it. That evening, she sewed me up with the thickest black string she could find and for the rest of my life, I’ll wear the reminder.
He doesn’t know yet that all I want, what I’ve been waiting for, is to break him.
“See,” she says softly. “Men only want one thing, only think about one thing.” She hums lightly, dropping her hand down to the bulge in my pants. My eyes bug out and I try to pull away, but she squeezes lightly in warning. “Even you, Branson, dear. Despite how much you hate me, you know you want me.”
“Do you not want me, Branson?” she says in a soft voice before reaching out to grab my cock in her hands, squeezing tight. “Because this dick begs to differ.”
“I despise you. I will always despise you and I will never kill you, because it gives me too much pleasure to hurt you. But if you touch her, try to fucking turn her from me, I promise you anything you’ve endured so far during your miserable life will be pleasant compared to what I do.”
“You are exactly like me, and I can’t wait to prove it.”
“Mmm,” she whispers. “Your tears are almost as good as your blood.”
Maybe if I listen, she’ll love me.
When her eyes land on me with a look of disgust, I feel my heart crack even though it's a familiar ache.
Me? I just like to watch the world burn.
“I think the times of you being a little fucking brat are over,” I all but whisper, my face leaning down until it’s only inches from hers. “And things are going to change around here.”
“It’s a power struggle, a give and take.” I’ve taken a lot, but maybe, just maybe, I can still give him something too.
A beautiful bloody fucking doll and one I’ve loved since I was fifteen. My beautiful bloody doll.
But I still fucking love you.”
“This body that put me through all that, it’s mine now. Your moans, your blood, your pleasure and pain, they’re mine now. That is your penance for what you’ve done to me. You don’t get to leave me, understood?”
This is a role I can do. No more fucking slave, but I can sure as fuck be her Master.
Both of us were raised in darkness and depravity. She accepted and embraced it, I shut off and recoiled from it.
"But you should have fought harder, little doll. You have years and years to pay for, but I think we'll start with this little mess you made."
Bound and blind with a red bum after killing my mentor and a fucking cop, not to mention losing my virginity… and I’ve never been happier.
“Hurt me, love me, give me everything I deserve.”
After all we’ve been through, I know he’s my soul’s fucked up and twisted counterpart. The only man alive who could take what I gave and come out stronger for it. If that isn’t fucking fate, then I don’t know what is.
She is—always has and will be—Teddy, and from now until my last breath, she will own me, heart and soul.
She raises her pistol and starts to shoot, and I can’t help but stand and watch the passion and chaos play out on her face.
Teddy and me against the world. I raise my own weapon and grin. The sounds come back, but only gunshots. They seem distant. The blackness is welcome.
