[: LETTERS TO KITTY :]
letter four
My love, Kitty.
How gracious I was to spend time with you. For you to be genuinely interested in me as an individual. Your straightforwardness was admirable and wasn't such behaviour I expected from a precious girl such as yourself. To my shock, you were quite the little minx, Kitty. Constantly ringing me up at night to come over to your studio apartment on West Avenue, with the small patio. How could I ever refuse you, Kitty? My breath quickened at the thought of you, hearing your name. Hearing you speak? I could never convey these feelings with you, however, as I was fearful I could scare you away from me. My urge to worship you and devout my life to you was extreme. How could I live in agony without you in my life, Kitty?
I would come over whenever you asked, like a lost puppy looking for a beacon of light to idolise and follow. I would run from the ends of the earth to be with you, Kitty. You adored the chase and the fun of our relationship, even if it was primarily sexual. When I first met you I assumed you would need by guidance. I was incorrect. You have always been quite surprising Kitty. How I could be so wrong I was still unsure. You were so desperate for me to treat you badly, Kitty. You begged me to hurt you every time I went over, smashing objects as you scrabbled to get onto your knees as soon as I walked in the door. God, with a face like that looking up at me through those eyelashes was enough to make me loose sense. As much as it sickened me to admit, I liked hurting you, Kitty. I liked the way you melted and became a gushing and groaning mess each time I mistreated you. When I gripped my hands around your small neck. The way you would scream my name in the throes of passion. How you always took me so fucking well.
But Kitty, how dark and shameful were the sinful acts we committed in your matchbox bedroom. What happened in secret between you and I, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, were never to be repeated to another soul. I was so thankful that we had such intimacy between us, darling. We had created a bond so deep, we had buried our roots so deep into each other's souls that ripping them out now would take away a piece of us. This is what I thought Kitty, I desperately hoped you somewhat felt the same. Each time I left, walking down the hallway of your apartment stairs I had to pause and reconsider my actions. I pleaded with my narcissistic subconscious that I was overreacting with the idea that you could only be using me to express your sadistic sexual desires. Although, I was so pleased to know you were finally mine. No other ghastly individual would ever be able to lay their hands on you, as long as I was around. And I intended to stay by your side until the day you died.
Alas, Kitty, who would have thought that could have been so soon.
Eternally yours,
- K
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KITTY | 𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨
Mystery / Thriller"i know you better than you know yourself" ------- a nameless man reflects on his relationship with kitty through a series of video tapes and letters.
