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I am dead inside. And so fucking bored. And the only thing I have to look forward to is being kidnapped by a myth. Happy fucking birthday to me.
Today is my 18th birthday and every Darling woman that has come before me has disappeared on this day. Some are gone a day, others a week or a month. But they always return broken, with varying degrees of sanity intact.
We don’t fuck the Darlings because fucking Darlings is what got us into this mess. We don’t fuck the Darlings. We just break them.
“Where am I?” I lurch upright only to find I’m chained to a wall. That’s kinky.
Pretty boys always make the time go by faster. I hate being bored. But most of all, I hate being alone.
They could take me easily, in any way they wanted. Fighting them would be like fighting the ocean—pointless, futile. But why would I? They look like they’d be a wild ride.
“In your world,” I tell her, “I believe you might have called us fairies.”
It’s all fun and games until they notice your fault lines, until they pry them open and peer inside.
“If you are not the most interesting person you know, then you’re doing it wrong.”
“Three, two, one. One, two, three. Better watch out: Peter Pan is going to murder thee.”
She needs to know…there are no white knights here. Just monsters. And I am the worst one.
I am no longer lost. I think I might have finally been found.
Your mother is supposed to protect you, but it was my mother’s desperate need to save me that caused me the most pain and anguish. Her love was hard to take some days.
“Because in this world, and in yours, if you’re not the monster, then you’re the prey.
“Even the mighty oak believes she is strong until a man comes along with an ax to chop her down.” “Is that you then? Do you have an ax?” “All men are born with an ax in their hands, Darling. To take the measure of a man, you just have to pay attention to how he wields it.”
Will she be okay without me? She loved me fiercely, but her love always hurt.
question is, did Tink tether it to something when she put it in the box or will it dart away when we open it?” “We’ll be ready to spring,” Vane says. “You have our word.” I take another pull from
