Chapter 3: Your Monster, My Savior

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"...All reason aside I just can't deny, I love the guy


He is a villain by the devil's law


He is a killer just for fun, fun, fun, fun


That man's a snitch and unpredictable


He's got no conscience, he got none, none, none, none


All I know, should've let go, but no..."


// Criminal //


// Brittany Spears //


// Jemma //


I wake slowly to the taste of sand in my mouth and a voice screaming my name, a voice I know. Like from a dream, colors swimming in front of my eyes, my head is fuzzy as I try and fail to lift my body from its prone position on the ground. I hear the voice again, but it sounds far away or maybe that's just me. I can't seem to feel the wind blowing sand across the sandy desert even though I should. I can't seem to feel anything. I would be panicking if I wasn't so tired. Slowly my hearing comes back to me and my vision. The next thing I'm aware of is being lifted up into the arms of a traitor. A traitor my heart still yearns for despite knowing what he is, knowing that I never meant anything to him.

"Grant..."

Then my eyes slip closed again as I welcome the darkness of slumber. Using the last reserve of energy I have to speak the name of the man I could never truly hate.

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