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I want to know what makes my monster tick.
He grabs my hand and leans his cheek into it.
He’s cruel and then he’s so sweet.
I grab her by her cheeks, making her lips pucker. I can’t help but fall for how cute she looks.
She lets out a whimper. Music to my ears. Those sounds she makes do something to me, and I can’t get enough.
I swear her arms are going to be covered in my handprints from how many times I have to grab her out of places she doesn’t belong.
“I might have practiced with them, but none of them were you, little butterfly.”
“I want you, little butterfly, and no one else.”
“Don’t worry, baby, I just want to make you mine so you’ll never ever forget who you belong to.”
First there’s my love for women, and now there’s my love for danger and my brother. The thrill of it all is like a drug I can’t come down from.
“Get on your knees for me, princess.”
I think if he’d just let me fly away free with the chance to come back, then I could live in his darkness forever.
“Fuck, baby, you were so good.” I feel a little proud of myself for his praise.
I fill the spaces she was missing. She’ll come to understand that.
Being close to her fills me with so much joy.
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back and all that.
I want to jump up in victory, but I’ll do that safely in our room later. You know, if he doesn’t try to kill me first.
She breathes out the words, “Kill me.” Is this the love he mentioned before? A silent sob escapes me as the tears fall. I never thought he’d take what little piece of my sweet soul I had left. At this moment, it feels like I’m ripping the wings off a butterfly.
“But I love them.” “You would find the most dangerous flower the most beautiful.”
Our room. When did this start becoming our room?
She left a light on to lead me out of the darkness and guide me home.
“You actually saved me, but I guess you didn’t mean to do that either.” He pauses, grinning down at me. “You’re always so beautiful when you cry.” Then he leans over, licking a hot trail of spit up the side of my face.
I hear a whisper in my ear: “You can never get rid of me, little butterfly.”
