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Fight if you must. Flail. Cry. It only makes you taste more alive.

Every twitch is a love letter. Every scream is proof that your body still remembers how to be prey.

I’ll drink that down, little by little… until you forget your name and only remember me.

That’s it…

Yes. Just like that. No need to pretend anymore.

I see it in your eyes—how you ache to be taken apart, to be made into something useful, beautiful, mine.

Everything I do is for you.

And now, everything you are will be for me.

You make it so easy to love you when you’re quiet like this.

Braindead as a pretty little corpse, but still very much alive.

Such a good girl…