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I don’t know why her personality never developed past that of a porcupine—she wasn’t raised to be a prickly bitch.
I’m not a natural with social interactions. I’m the type to stare dead into your face with a frozen smile after being asked a question while my brain processes the fact that I didn’t even hear the question. It’s usually because my heart is thumping too loud in my ear.
Yep. I feel this
As fucked as it is after dealing with human body parts, I’m in the mood for a mean ass burger.
No matter. She won’t be able to escape me now. I’ve just found myself a little mouse, and I won’t stop until I’ve trapped her.
My eyes jump to the item, and a curse escapes my lips when I see a single red rose resting on the countertop.
All I can feel in that moment is pure terror. And just like clockwork, the familiar heady feeling settles low in my stomach, like water circling down a drain.
I'm not sure of the exact moment I realized I had a stalker, but it's clear that’s exactly what's been happening for the past three weeks.
The fire is roaring, and the lights are dim, creating a cozy atmosphere. It’ll start raining soon, and I really hope she leaves by then so I can enjoy my night in with a book and the sound of thunder in peace.
UNKNOWN: Sneaking off with random men, little mouse? If I catch his hands anywhere near you, they’ll end up in your mailbox by morning.
UNKNOWN: Don’t feel guilty, baby. I don’t make idle threats, so consider this a lesson learned.
The sinking feeling that his life is balancing on the edge, and I’m about to fucking Sparta kick him off.
Later, I’ll ask God why She made me the way that I am, but right now, all I can do is plant two of my hands on his chest and push when I get close enough.
God, why did you make me the way that I am? Next lifetime, can you not do such a shitty job?
As a reward for finishing my manuscript and sending it off to my editor, I’m treating myself to a nice murder investigation.
Guess I’m more like my mother than I thought. I’ll still never admit it out loud.
“He could still be in there,” she says urgently, her grip tightening almost painfully. “He fucking better be,” I growl, wrangling my arm from her grip.
Because if they don’t look, then they can go back to their normal lives and live on as if there aren't thousands of people out here dying every day.
I have to be quiet. She doesn’t know I’m hiding in her closet. Waiting for her to fall asleep so I can stare at her beauty in peace.
When you make someone fall in love with the darkest parts of you, there’s nothing you can do that will scare them away. They will be yours forever because they already love all the fucked up bits and pieces of you.
I’ll never recover—not when my soul has been ripped from my body and dragged down to hell. I fell so deeply that I’ve found myself in the devil’s lair, being feasted on by the dark god himself.
Being consumed by him feels like drowning in water with a live wire in it. Electric currents ravish your body until you’re overcome with it. No oxygen. No thought. No control.
Zade is Hades, stepping out from the underworld and wreaking havoc on my quiet little life.
“Small price to pay when they give us something so priceless every day. And if you ask me, I’d tell you I’m not worthy of it, but I’m a selfish bastard and will accept it anyways,” he answers cryptically. I don’t know how I know, but I know exactly what he’s speaking of. Love. Love is priceless.
Sometimes people just aren’t meant to live through that trauma. A shell of who they could’ve been. Broken and fighting every day not to die.
“I don’t understand why you like going to those things. I swear there’s a mental condition associated with finding enjoyment out of horror.”
She’s going to look dangerous when she’s finished. The eyeshadow will bring out her sage green eyes to hazardous levels and attract all the monsters.
towards the creepy structures, forming lines outside the still locked doors. Mark clenches Claire’s arm and drags her up from the bench, speed walking directly towards Annie’s Playhouse. And emerging from the bustling crowd behind Mark are his colleagues. Jack, Brad, and Robert.
Did Barney come in here and shit everywhere? Jesus fucking Christ.
“What you’re seeing now is what I see every day. No matter how far I run, how hard I try to escape you—you’re everywhere I go. You’re everything I see. Loving you is like being trapped in a house of mirrors, little mouse. And I’ve never felt so at home while being so lost inside you.”
“I don't think you know what love is,” I whisper. He grunts with amusement. “I don't think anyone does, baby. Love is an enigma, and it's redefined every time someone says it.”
It shouldn’t be possible for the body to concurrently feel hate and desire, but I suppose we would all be lifeless without the complexities of human emotion.
It’s not right—how beautiful he is. He’s definitely the fucking Devil. I’m sure of it now more than ever.
Sparks of fire and the taste of bitter wine invade my tongue. Poison has never tasted so good.
The other three men’s faces follow suit, looking at me as if I’m the grim reaper. I smile. I am the fucking grim reaper.
I ’ve never been religious, despite my berating a phantom in the sky for constantly testing my sanity.
“Baby, you rule the fucking kingdom, and I will gladly bow to you.”
And I let him. I let him consume me because I’m beginning to forget what it feels like to be whole without Zade. He’s in every part of me.
“Like the first breath of air after being trapped underwater. It's a sound of both pain and relief. Of desperation and desire. When you’ve gone so long without oxygen, that first breath is the only thing that makes sense, and your body takes it in without permission.”
“My mother. Her favorite flowers were roses. She always had them all over the house with the thorns clipped so I wouldn’t hurt myself. One year, I told her that I would be sad when she died because all the roses would die with her. So, she gave me a plastic rose and said that as long as I have that rose, she would never be truly gone.”
“I guess I wanted to see roses all over your house, too. Maybe because you feel like home.”
“To be accepted into our family tonight, is to give your soul over to Satan. Do you understand?” I nod. The devil and I are already well-acquainted.
