All I want to do is break her. Shatter her into pieces. And then arrange those pieces to fit against my own. I don’t care if they don’t fit—I’ll fucking make them. And I know I’m about to do something bad. I know that I’m going to cross lines I can never come back from, but there’s not an ounce of me that gives a fuck. Because I’m obsessed. I’m addicted. And I will gladly cross every single line if it means making this girl mine. If it means forcing her to be mine.
