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Decipher me, my love, or I will be forced to destroy you.
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The bear loved the deer, it was obvious. It ripped the deer's throat out, and then licked the dying deer with the most passionate affection.
I thought of you and me.
— David Cronenberg, Consumed.
Perhaps in another lifetime, Elodie Karstark would learn to run. She would leave the moment she felt love for the Demon that preyed on her. She would survive his wrath. But after all this tragedy and pain, she remains the deer, and he the bear.
Kill your darlings, Elodie. Be virtuous and true. Survive. Survive. Survive.
"Does this satisfy you, My Lord?"
"Satisfaction does not even begin to describe the feeling of your submission. I am whole."
Devoid of any power, she smiles. She is his. And he has won.
Tom Riddle, the Devil. He has won.
Perhaps in another lifetime, he would not. He would lose and she would win. She would strip him of his titles and proclivity for power – leaving nothing behind but a pretty face and his rotten core.
But his rotten core is beautiful. And she is weak when faced with divinity.
Cruel and unkind you are, Tom Riddle.
Stupid and captivating, Elodie Karstark never learns.
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