i exist [as the definition of nonexistence]

her name was nightmare.

She took a long drag from her cigarette, plum lips parted.

"You've got to imagine complete darkness, princess. Close your eyes."

I closed my eyes. I felt her shift toward me, like a serpent, and then her mouth was inches from mine, blowing smoke across my lips like a whispered poem.

"You've got to want to drown, love."

Her hands were gloved. There would be no evidence when she was done with me, just bruises and lipstick stains and one ruined girl staring up at the stars.

She took another drag, this time blowing the smoke across my collarbone before leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses there. And I knew she was going to eviscerate me, tear me open and show my heart to the world. She was going to burn what was left.

I was nothing.

Her voice was a murmur against my skin, the night air a brilliant chill. I knew without knowing how I knew that even if I could run, I wouldn't.

"You've got to want to die, baby girl."

I felt her cigarette burn a perfect circle on my chest, above my heart. I could not move to scream, to writhe, to panic. I was trapped under her weight, and it was addicting.
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tbh I have no idea how to finish this, or if I should, but it's basically about a succubus.