Gothikana

by RuNyx

If her mother was a freak, then maybe so was she. After all, sometimes she heard the voices too.

“If this is madness,” she whispered almost against his lips, “drown me in it.”

God, he could sound like a dick sometimes, and it still turned her on.

“This will last until the day roses on my grave stop sharing roots with the roses on yours,” he declared. “I will have you even in death, little witch. I am your beast. I am your madness. And you, you’re my afterlife.”