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Tell me I’m the only one you want. The only one who can stand in your flame as you burn down the world.
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I’m going to go out on a limb here,” I say, waggling the leg around before dropping it onto the gurney with a thunk.
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No trip to Madrid for me this year, I assume,” he whispers. When I turn my smile toward him, it’s fucking dazzling. “I guess not. Suck my sweet pussy lips, Jack.
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And isn’t that what our best teachers do. They unveil hidden worlds, sometimes those that were right before our unseeing eyes. They ignite our curiosity. They make us question what else is waiting to be discovered, if only we let ourselves thaw.
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Her polished bones would look good displayed on my trophy mantel.
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There’s never enough time for the things that I cherish, and always too much for the things I don’t want.
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They are only mine. Now come on my fucking tongue and keep quiet.
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And any man who even imagines touching you will be sliced into ribbons of flesh-
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Not to say he won’t come to peep in your windows.” The black door closes behind me and locks. “If he does, I’ll fucking flay the skin from his face and feed it to him,” Jack says. “And they claim romance is dead.
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I have killed for my mother. I’ve killed for survival, out of compulsion, to sate cravings, and even, at times, fun. But the decisive difference is that I wouldn’t just kill for Kyrie—I would give my life. Hell, I’d even let her take it.
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The only problem is, Jack…you’re wrong,” I say, striking out with the last word. I hit Jack’s chest with a Taser. He lets out a strangled, gritty groan and drops to the dirt. His body convulses in distress as I uncap a syringe with my other hand.
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I’m going to choke that pretty throat with my cock, and you’re going to watch me do it. You’re going to take everything I give you. You’re going to swallow every rung of this fucking ladder and every drop of cum. And you will not take those beautiful blue eyes off me. Understand?
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Kyrie’s ability to mask her expression and blend into any environment is, admittedly, impressive. I should have realized this trait beforehand. So many tiny tells are coming to light as I study her today, and I realize how she even masked herself from me. It wasn’t hard; my ego did most of the work for her.
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Three days. And in that time, I’ve found pieces of Mason in my daily lunches. Toenails in my yogurt. Testes buried in my tofu salad. Entrails in my travel mug of egg drop soup. When I approached Kyrie to inquire about her antics, her response was: “You said to dispose of the body… Digestion is a fantastic form of disposal, Jack.
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I’ve been waiting for this moment, this look between us when Jack realizes he’s gotten me wrong all this time. I’ve wanted it since the time he berated me for the notorious CRYO freezer incident in the lab, when he accused me of destroying his tissue samples through sheer ineptitude. It was the first time I truly accepted that I might have to put my little beast down. Who’s inept now, you fucker.
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Colby has gone missing. I wouldn’t be surprised if he starts turning up in my salads next.
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Kyrie didn’t start as a killer—she was made. And I helped make her.
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He pulls his blood-soaked shirt off and stalks toward me, lethal, consuming. Inescapable. When Jack reaches out a hand it’s like a magnet, and I take it, following with sure steps as he leads me to the growing pool of blood and pulls me down with him to the floor.
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To anyone who dreamt of someone who would burn the world for them, who loved the villain, who rooted for the dark souls in their fairy tales… We hope Jack and Kyrie ignite your beautiful black hearts.
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But the decisive difference is that I wouldn’t just kill for Kyrie—I would give my life. Hell, I’d even let her take it.
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I’m yours, always. And you’re mine.
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He’s stoked my rage into an inferno that simmers beneath a fragile shell, the lick of its molten heat too close to the surface for me to contain any longer.
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She’s the marrow. She’s my marrow. Kyrie didn’t start as a killer—she was made. And I helped make her.
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And what better way to destroy a person than to fill their heart and then crack it in half.
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And that’s all it takes to break open. Just an embrace. Just thoughts turned to actions that might seem small, but they are keys to locked doors. He gives me the things he knows I need. Brass when I break glass. Stitches in a wound. The last remains of an enemy, a prized trophy. An apology, even though he might be incapable of feeling remorse. But he’s trying. And what is love if not that.
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By the time we’re standing at the gates of damnation, Jack Sorensen will beg me to throw him to the Devil. I will paint our path to Hell with his blood. With his dreams. His aspirations. His failures, each one rendered by my hand. I will leave a trail of his destruction behind us that will shine for all eternity. And I will enjoy every fucking second of his torturous journey…
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What could've happened to a girl like Kyrie to turn her into a killer? Women serial killers are a rare breed, rarer even than duos.
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I’ve wasted so much time, Jack said. And now it feels like there’s not enough.
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You haven’t shown me the whole house,” I say, watching the tension ease from Jack’s shoulders as my words settle in. “What if you have a collection of porcelain dolls? I hate those things.
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Jesus Christ,” Jack whispers, looking like he’s just run a race and lost miserably, his shoulders slumped and each breath noticeable. He gives a little shake of his head. “You are the most mercurial person I have ever met. One moment you’re in tears and the next you’re running two hundred miles an hour in the opposite direction without a map or a fucking clue. I don’t even know where to start.
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He matado por mi madre. He matado por supervivencia, por compulsión, para saciar antojos e incluso, a veces, por diversión. Pero lo diferencia decisiva es que no solo mataría por Kyrie: daría mi vida. Demonios, incluso dejaría que ella la tomara.
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To anyone who dreamt of someone who would burn the world for them, who loved the villain, who rooted for the dark souls in their fairy tales… We hope Jack and Kyrie ignite your beautiful black hearts. “Every fairy tale had a bloody lining. Every one had teeth and claws.” — Alice Hoffman “I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.” — Gomez, The Addams Family
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Who did this to you?
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He must make a choice: risk his darkest secrets... …or risk me.
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Jeg vil være alt for dig, elskede,
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