Mariposa

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Chris.

I watch her as she frantically rummages through the drawer, a look of uncertainty clouding her expression. It's perfect. Her self-doubt will only work in my favor. Her evident struggle with her memory serves as a powerful tool, making her question her own sanity.

I prefer it that way. It allows me to have a greater sense of power. I enjoy the feeling of power and the control it brings. It's quite satisfying to witness her discomfort and watch her squirm. Call me a sadist, but I bet you'd like the power, too, if you were in my shoes. I bet you'd like seeing her squirm.

She's questioning everything. can almost see the wheels turning in her head as she tries to gauge my honesty. It's almost as if she's searching for the truth in my words. I can't help but feel sorry for Sarah. It's such a pity.

You're probably wanting to know why I'm being 'cruel'. Well, to put it simply, I want to erase Zoey, leaving only Sarah. I just want the woman I love. Mì amor. Mì Princesa. By the time I'm done with her, she'll be all mine.

My attention is abruptly pulled back to the present as I notice her heavy breathing. Her expression betrays fear, but it seems directed inward, not at me. It's as if she's terrified of her own thoughts, afraid that she has become a stranger to herself.

She stares me down, trying to mask her hesitation with defiance. She's like an angry kitten. I smirk as I step closer. "If you truly believe there is a book, darling, I'll help you search for it."

She looks at me in pure confusion. Poor thing. She's so easy to confuse. So vulnerable, I almost feel guilty..
Almost..

I crouch down, peaking under the bed. I don't see the book, though I already knew I wouldn't. She goes back to shuffling through the drawers. She gets frustrated, and I have to hide a snort as she rips it out of the dresser, pouring it out on the bed. Only then does she find a notebook hidden between the drawer and the inner wood of the night stand.

She quickly grabs it, flipping through the pages, seeing all my business notes. I smile innocently. "Is that what you were so panicked about, mi pequeño diamante?"

She continues flipping through it, clearly in a mixture of shock and confusion. You can't even begin to understand how entertaining it is. She should've known she couldn't win.

As she covers her face, I casually kick the double packaging under the nightstand, unnoticed by her. She hurriedly skims through the pages, and I have to hold back a laugh. Too cute.

I can hear her muttering to herself, though I can't understand her words. My poor Sarah. "Don't worry, darling..", I kiss her forehead, ignoring her attempts to push me away, "the confusion will stop when we get your memories back."

I wonder how long it'll take her to realize she'll probably never get them back.

(This chapter isn't finished, but it's been a while, so if there are a couple of people reading this, here's something..)