Get on your knees. I want you to feel me so deep that the belt is of little consequence when it comes to breathing.

Mary was the darkness to my monster. The blood to my blade.

She blinked her eyes open, her lips parted and cheeks flushed, looking every bit like a goddess before him. And if he were a better man, he wouldn’t have been able to taint such purity....

Don’t you kitten?

I’m the answer to her pain. She’s my answer for the need for it.

When he sees my pain, the old and new, he pushes me to give it to him. To give in to his need to consume all of it and make it his.

My painful memories sift through me like sand through stretched fingers. Only small pieces cling and stay around for me to keep, the rest just disappear. I know not where and I don’t

I’ve succumbed to the absolute power of the man that pulls, culls, calls my unwitting submission. And I’ve embraced the power of my submission to draw him in further, to have him kneeling and worshiping...

I’ve never felt remorse before. It’s disgusting.

You’re giving me fucking consent to stalk you? Oh, slave…

A lot can happen in a heartbeat though. Even a really fast one. Lives crumble in a heartbeat. Promises are lost in a heartbeat.

Let me show you…if you dare.

No need to fret, pretty one. I hoped to catch you alone here