My Kind of Monster

by Lilith Roman

Then I see them... in his eyes, his demons calling for mine. My kind of monster.

This beast of a man forced himself on me, and my demons gasped. Pinned me down, and my demons shivered. Then bit into my flesh and shoved his tongue, laced with my blood, into my mouth… and my demons sang.

I don’t think she understands yet that her fear is fueling me. My demons are dancing in anticipation of what’s to come.

My demons are dancing on heathen songs composed by the sheer arousal this man ripped out of me.

I could die right now and the world would still be the same, there would be no loss, no dent made,

Riding these flames together, we burn in chaos.

“The demons did not sing for me, but they danced on heathen songs as I watched her body bleed to death.”

This right here is the moment I realize I am trapped. If I will ever leave this world alive, my soul will not come with me. It will forever belong on this mountain, with him.

I crave blood and violence. I crave chaos and lust. I crave an unnatural love. I crave a destruction of souls.

But when she will, because I know she will run eventually, I will chase her, chase her to the end of the fucking earth, because the siren’s song is addictive and I’m fucking hooked.

Stop playing by the rules of a world you don’t belong to and let the demons roam free. Let them sate their hunger, let them revel in the blood they crave.”

sometimes the hunt is unnecessary. Sometimes you don’t even need to set the traps. Sometimes… prey wants to be prey.”

My body sings and he learned the song,

He might be a monster, but he is my kind of monster.

“Even in death.”