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“You call out God’s name one more time while I’m between your legs, and even he won’t be able to save you, little lamb,” he rumbled into my ear.
“My dirty little whore. What would your God say if he knew you were calling his name while you squirmed on my cock like this?”
Once you’d begun to toy with the very fabric of your own sanity, all you could do is grab a sled and slide down that steep slope like the Devil himself was on your back.
A story can hurt you. A good story can wound, maim, and scar. A good story will leave you questioning what you believe to be right or wrong for the sake of pseudo-pleasure fulfilled by some neurons shooting off sparks in your brain. A good story will tear your soul out from your chest and keep you from moving on until you find another that can take its place.”
“I don’t know, Pet. I’m not a monster. I’m a son of the Devil. I don’t ask for anything; it’s offered to me freely.”
“That depends: do you want to be safe or desired? You can’t have both with me.”
“Oh my sweet little pet, make no mistake: I am that abomination,” he said, reaching out to caress my face. “And it is your soul I will devour.”
“I don’t understand it,” I said honestly. “But it’s beautiful.” “That is exactly how beautiful things should be. But be careful, because they are the ones that hurt the most.”
“I want everything you can give me, including the air in your lungs. I want your blood. I want your life. I want your fucking death, Romina.”
Romina was the saddest song I’d ever heard, and her melody called out to the most twisted parts of my soul.
When I looked at her, I saw everything I wasn’t, everything I couldn’t be.
When she said she felt a pull to me, I knew I was fucked, because I’d felt that same pull,
“The sky is supposed to be blue. The night is supposed to be dark. You, Romina… You’re not supposed to be anything. You’re perfect as you are,”
words were spells. Once casted out of our mouth, they could conjure all sorts of hell or blessings into the world.
“All I know is I don’t ever want to go a day without you.”
“You call out God’s name one more time while I’m between your legs, even he won’t be able to save you, little lamb.”
I loved her far more than I’d ever be able to love myself.
“Mina, you’re the only girl I see,”
It would be impossible for anyone to not love you,”
“I don’t want Heaven if it’s without you.”
“I'll be the one who gets to decide when you die, Romina—not Frollo, not God, no one else. I’ll bear the burden of your fears, your hatred, your sorrow, not just your happiness. You’re safe with me because I’m the one who names that day, because it’ll be the day I choose to go too.”
Like doesn’t come close to how I feel about you, you fucking stubborn little shit.”
“I’m fucking lost over you. I don’t know who I am when you’re not around, and I’m so addicted to you that you’re all I dream about. You’re all I fucking think about every second of the damn day. I loathe your existence more than anything in this world because there’s nothing that scares me more than the idea of waking up and you not being there anymore, that this was all just some dream.
You’re all I fucking want. You’re all I have.”
“That’s how you know it’s love: when it’s painful to exist outside of that person. When breathing becomes a chore when they aren’t around,”
“You’re all the home I want. You’re all the home I need,”
