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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.
It would’ve felt weird walking behind him—two people heading in the same direction that have no interest in talking to each other. Gives me the heebie jeebies.
I'll be seeing you soon, little mouse
Honestly, I’m proud of her accomplishments. I just wish she felt the same about mine.
I’ll never understand how people can’t sense danger when it’s right up their asshole.
He was an ugly motherfucker, anyway. World will do just fine without him.
All four of them could easily ruin my life. And I would be hesitant to stop them.
“I think you should strip off your clothes and show me that sexy little body of yours. Then I want you to lie down, spread your legs, and let me clean up the mess you made.”
Don’t feel guilty, baby. I don’t make idle threats, so consider this a lesson learned.
“That rose was personal, Adeline. Do you know what it means?”
It was bad enough that he spoke of my girl in such a disgusting manner, but then he went and topped it off by implying Addie wasn’t anything special. She’s the first of her kind to exist, and there will never be another like her.
A serrated screwdriver. Specially made for torturing. The military uses shit like this, unbeknownst to the public. Not that the government would ever willingly tell the country that they torture war criminals often and use pretty fucked up methods to do so. The public isn’t ignorant by any means, but they sure as fuck don’t know the extent of the depravity of our government, either.
I have to remind myself she doesn’t know me yet. She doesn’t understand what true need is. Not yet, but she will. Because she’s going to hate the way she needs me. She’s going to fight it, rebel against the craving and attempt to search for something else that makes her feel even a fraction of what I will. She’ll never find it. And I won’t let her try.
looking me up and down, pausing on my chest for a second too long, as if my tits are going to give him the answer.
“Satan’s Affair is coming to town again, and they have new haunted houses,”
“Can never be too wet, can you, little mouse”
“Good girl,” he breathes. “Open wider, baby.”
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.
UNKNOWN: Oh, little mouse. UNKNOWN: I can’t wait to eat you. There will be nothing left of you once I’m done.
This isn’t a climb to heaven. It’s a fall from grace.
Humans don’t need to decorate themselves in gory make-up and fake blood to be scary. It’s the insides of us—the darkness that lurks beneath the surface—that’s what’s truly fucking terrifying.
The fun has only just begun, little mouse.
“If he puts his peen in you, record it. I want to watch it later.”
But you seem to forget that just because I am wholly yours, little mouse, I am not a nice man.”
Her eyes widen gradually until she’s staring at me like I’ve lost my mind. What she doesn’t realize is I did lose my fucking mind the second I laid eyes on her, and I haven’t gotten it back yet.
He’s manipulating her, and that’s a big no-no. No one manipulates my girl but me.
I fucking love it when she runs.
“Is that supposed to make me feel special?” A slow, wicked smirk glides across his face, unbothered by my increasingly burning stare. “I wouldn’t mind if it did.”
“Calm, sweet little mouse. I just meant this room.”
“Come on, little mouse. You’ve wasted enough time getting your pussy worshipped, let’s go get some answers.”
My eye snags on a girl dressed up as a broken doll, sitting on the bench and happily eating a philly cheesesteak sandwich.
I laugh through a scream, running away from a mechanical mannequin that resembles a Grim Reaper.
At the very end of the hallway is a massive mannequin, its skin burnt so severely that it’s bubbled up in boils. An unnaturally wide bloody mouth, and big yellow eyes top off his grotesque features.
On the way down the stairs leading towards the exit, I hear a faint screech. It sounds like someone yelled out the name “Jackal” but it’s too loud in here to tell.
I arrived here just in time to see Mark eyeing up a doll eating a sandwich while his wife, Claire, sits right next to him and watches him eye-fuck a young girl.
Singing erupts moments later, and I freeze from the ice-cold chills traveling down my spine, the hair on the back of my neck rising. It could be a part of the haunted house experience, but something niggles at the back of my mind. Warning me of incoming danger.
“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.”
“Tonight is just practice but I promise you, little mouse, this body will be carrying all my babies one day,” he snarls, teeth gnashing.
That masterpiece of jagged scars and rough edges fucked me into oblivion and vowed that I’d have his babies one day. I can’t breathe.
As if showing any amount of skin is a goddamn invitation to be raped and kidnapped.
“Can you imagine what it would feel like to have my love for that long?” She swallows, her eyes pinned on the water beyond the cliff as a shaky breath loosens past her lips. “Do you know what it sounds like to drown? That’s what it would feel like,” she says, her voice husky and uneven. “Tell me, baby. What does drowning sound like?” “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
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Eventually, she sits up, her body cutting through the strands of moonlight shining through the balcony doors. And I crumble. Her curvy body is cascaded in both shadows and light, the two forbidden lovers clashing on her skin and creating a fucking masterpiece.
