EM March Topic: I'm So Sick
I will break into your thoughts
With what's written on my heart
I will break, break
I'm so sick,
Infected with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss,
Selfishness
I'm so sick
I'm so sick
I felt their presence in the club. I knew they would follow me. Come on little boys be good little trackers and follow me while believing I am your prey. The truth was they were the prey and I was luring them into a trap.
I'd left my girl in her room, tied up, bleeding and eager for my touch. She wanted to be strong, and I was helping her. They wanted to take her away, but they couldn't have her. If Daddy and the other boy wanted to play fun games, then we would let them stay. But if they wanted to take her away? I'd kill them.
She would let me too. In fact, if I told her too, she would kill them for me. My girl was perfect. I climbed deep into her thoughts and knew what she wanted before she even knew it. I knew how to make her arch into my hand even when it was reaching out to snap her bones and break her skin.
Making my way into the house, I climbed the stairs and found her on the bed, hands tied above her head, the perfect bait for the boys. "They're coming for you. Be a good girl and lure them to me." I untied her hands, kissing her so hard that I knew she would feel my presence long after I pulled away.
"Faith, I'm going to need you to scream now, baby," I told her, as I grabbed the dagger that I'd given her as I gift and jabbed it hard into her right thigh. "Scream and run for the desert outside. Don't stop, not for them, not for me, not until I tell you too. RUN." I pushed her off the bed and smiled as I licked the blood from her dagger.
She'd make them chase her in the same desert that she made me chase her in. She didn't like the desert, but no wild animal or nature's element could hurt her as good as I could. They would chase her and I would hunt them. I licked my lips in anticipation. I do love my games.
[Open to Faith, Connor, and Spike]
With what's written on my heart
I will break, break
I'm so sick,
Infected with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss,
Selfishness
I'm so sick
I'm so sick
I felt their presence in the club. I knew they would follow me. Come on little boys be good little trackers and follow me while believing I am your prey. The truth was they were the prey and I was luring them into a trap.
I'd left my girl in her room, tied up, bleeding and eager for my touch. She wanted to be strong, and I was helping her. They wanted to take her away, but they couldn't have her. If Daddy and the other boy wanted to play fun games, then we would let them stay. But if they wanted to take her away? I'd kill them.
She would let me too. In fact, if I told her too, she would kill them for me. My girl was perfect. I climbed deep into her thoughts and knew what she wanted before she even knew it. I knew how to make her arch into my hand even when it was reaching out to snap her bones and break her skin.
Making my way into the house, I climbed the stairs and found her on the bed, hands tied above her head, the perfect bait for the boys. "They're coming for you. Be a good girl and lure them to me." I untied her hands, kissing her so hard that I knew she would feel my presence long after I pulled away.
"Faith, I'm going to need you to scream now, baby," I told her, as I grabbed the dagger that I'd given her as I gift and jabbed it hard into her right thigh. "Scream and run for the desert outside. Don't stop, not for them, not for me, not until I tell you too. RUN." I pushed her off the bed and smiled as I licked the blood from her dagger.
She'd make them chase her in the same desert that she made me chase her in. She didn't like the desert, but no wild animal or nature's element could hurt her as good as I could. They would chase her and I would hunt them. I licked my lips in anticipation. I do love my games.
[Open to Faith, Connor, and Spike]