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"What if I told you that you're my entire reason for being? That you're why I wake up in the morning. Every goddamn day from the dawn of time until now. What if I told you that you belong to me in a way no woman ever belonged to a man? That I might be evil personified, but you're the only one I'll ever be good to,"
I exist for you just as I exist because of you,"
"I never want to see you kneel before me," he murmurs softly as he rests his back against the cold wall. "You will never kneel before anyone, Darcy. If anything, the world will kneel in front of you," he states, his voice completely serious.
Alas, it's not like I have many options. I've been trapped within these walls my entire life. I have absolutely no idea how life in the outside world is, except that it is dangerous. The first time I asked my mother what was outside my front door, or whether there was something else beyond the ocean, she'd told me there was—a bad, bad world that would only hurt and exploit me.
"If you are mad, Sela mina, then I am madder. You're like the most potent poison that's infiltrated my blood, one that is as deadly as it is sweet for I can see in you both my beginning and my end. Gods, but you consume me, lovely lass," he groans. "You've become my most recurrent thought, which is as enthralling as it is infuriating," he breathes harshly, his eyes flashing the darkest black.
"You're hurt," he rasps, his voice deeper than before, the bass making the hairs on my body stand up. He lifts my still regenerating hand as he stares at it, his cheek twitching in displeasure. "You're hurt," he growls, the sound louder. The soldiers advance towards us, but with one look, Amon has them stop in their tracks, an invisible barrier seemingly holding them in place. "Amon..." "You. Hurt. Her," he screams, the sound of his roar turning into a physical blast that, as soon as it reaches the first row of soldiers, transforms them into little else but goo on the ground.