Gothikana

by RuNyx

“Like sure, it’s a ball but you know there have been incidents every fucking time. Why not make it less easy for people to vanish?”

school admin said fuk dem kids lol

“This is lust,” she whispered, trying to validate it, excuse it. “No, Corvina,” the side of his lips twitched. “I’ve known lust. This is something worse. This is a barbaric need to possess, to eliminate, to own. This is madness.”

That's lust, my guy. Lust with machismo attached.

“You have some nerve,” she spat out in a low voice, the rage in her body making her shake. “You tell me not to expect anything, that you don’t get attached. You fuck me and ignore me for weeks, and then you corner me and demand to know if I’ve been with anyone else, like you have some kind of right?” she hissed. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

YAS GURL. GO OFF. This man is ridiculous jfc.

“I am the grandson of a serial killer. I was raised by him, taught by him. His legacy is mine, his blood is mine. I will never be a good man. But you don’t need a good man, do you? You need a devil to fight your demons because you don’t want to fight them alone. You’re self-sufficient but you don’t want to be. You want that beast on the throne who would take charge for you, the beast who could fuck you raw in a room full of people gone mad and still make you feel safe. Am I wrong?”

This conversation quickly SPIRALED. How'd we go from 'my grandaddy was a serial killer' to 'you want me to fuck you into the ground?'