Hugs & Blows

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Drew did not remember where, but he remembered once having seen a video of a girl running away from some masked maniac and slipping on a pool of her deceased boyfriends' blood. She crumpled over his carcass and cried in fear and in resignation to her fate. He loved that scene, if only he could remember the film it was in, he wanted to watch it again because he could not think of anything more beautiful than seeing that you had broken a woman so completely that she was prepared to give her life to you without a fight.

He had wanted to break Odette in that way for a long time, he shook his head and mentally chastised himself, and break was not the right word. He did not want to destroy Odette, he wanted to consume her. He ached to have her with such a deep burn wound in his stomach with a too tight coil up into his hearts valves. The thought of her denying him filled him with such a rage that he could barely breathe, the very idea made him enter a dazed craze in which he could only see crimson. He imagined the shade of red his vision was drowning in was Ethan's blood.

Oh how he despised Ethan! Ethan with his perfect and hopefully dwindling family. Ethan with his brunette curls that Odette was always running her long, made for a pianist fingers through. Odette was his, she was destined to be his and he was no longer going to tolerate Ethan defiling her. Drew knew that he was going to have to give his love a few more scars but it would be worth it. She needed to feel the pain, he would find a way to make it pleasurable for her too, and she would appreciate her punishments. He would show her how bad she had been and teach her that she needed them.

Just like, he needed her.

He just had to find a way to eradicate all signs and marks that Ethan's fingers, mouth, dick, body, and presence had left on her. Drew was not going to let her remain tainted. Not when she was his everything, not when he was the only one worthy of her.

The only one willing to kill for her.