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If he did some fucked up things to her, would it really even matter? She's his after all, furthermore, there's so many things that he could do but he could start with her secrets exposed. It's the only way he could have her depend on him entirely, she'll surely need comfort right?
Just Imagining himself having his arms wrapped around her, crying against his chest, while his freehand ran through her hair, comforting her with sweet words that only he is allowed to say to her. It makes him all so excited. He wants to hug her until her ribs crack from the force, until she's nothing but a limp body against him. He just loves her so fucking much.
He'd adore her in any way, even with his knife deep in her back as he ruins her reputation with his own words, even with her unmoving body in the cold dark. He's the only one who deserves her, the only one who loves her, there's no one who can love her the same as he can, no one. None alive.
She is his and he refuse to let her go. He'd drive a blade into her and leave her hanging there, then she'll rest in his arms forever. He'd carve his name into her soft porcelain skin, whil she begged and fought against him, but he'll pay no attention to her protests, because he's doing it for her sake. So she can't leave him. Then he'll lean in for a kiss to make it all the better.
I want our first date to be in the catacombs, I bet her organs would look as pretty as her, her smile… her eyes— imagining it lifeless, her body swimming in the pool of her own sweet, red blood makes me giddy. She just have to give me her love, and I'll store it.
"Is that too much to ask for? All I ask is for reciprocation… nobody really understands me."
Is it too much to ask for?