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“Your best chance at surviving what’s to come is with me.”
“What are you going to do with me?”
“Feed you and keep you in here with nothing but what you have until you submit to me.”
“You’re bored, alone, and starving yourself into nothing. You will submit to me, or you will stay like this forever.”
“She has to fear me… for a while.” My thumb nervously runs along my bottom lip. “It won’t always be like this.”
She’s the reason I lived and turned into this. I don’t just want her at my mercy. I want everything she has. I’m not going to stop until I have her and her everything.
When something is hard to the touch and so sharp it would draw blood, you have to always be careful. It’s the gentleness of it that will break you. You can’t ever let your guard down.
If you’re smart, you avoid it and if you have to be around it, you stay away from the parts that hurt. But those aren’t the parts that destroy. It’s the parts that you begin to crave, the parts you don’t want to resist that bring you to your knees. They make you forget or maybe they make you think the sharpness won’t cut you, as if you’re somehow immune or no longer prey to it.
“If you’re going to scream a name in your sleep, it’ll be my name.”
She’s a siren. I see it so clearly. It’s her beauty, her broken strength, her denial, and her acceptance. It all calls to me and I will do anything I can to wrap my grip tighter around my songbird while she sings beautiful lullabies.
“How about on me?” I offer her. “Would you like to slit my throat, Aria?”
“You do as you’d like in your home, but do not question me in mine.”
