Psycho In The Bloodstream

The Sacrifices

Alyssa's hand was sweating - I could feel mine slip out of place on her palm. She's beautiful, I thought. But there was no time for admiring, for if we were caught here, we'd be admiring the inside of a prison cell. Isolation. Isolation was all I felt, pounded inside. I couldn't let that happen again. So I eagerly picked up pace and dragged Alyssa hurriedly to a safe space. Glancing back, I was satisfied to see that the perplexed prison guards were just faint dots on a canvas now. We continued to run, so quickly it felt like my feet were alight, spreading the grass as I ran. Alyssa was tired, unable to pick her lifeless feet off the ground. I scooped her up and held her over my shoulder; she struggled and screamed the whole time, yet I blanked her because the prison guards were coming. I scampered far into the distance, though the prison guards picked up speed and were edging closer towards us. Luckily, it was a rather misty day, and the further I ran the more confused the guards became. To my luck, they stopped dead, their eyes spinning round the landscape.
Once Alyssa calmed down, she started to giggle.
"Spank me, daddy." she laughed. I rolled my eyes and smiled wide - I missed that kind of shit.
"You're into that stuff?" I laughed. I knew she was joking... definitely.
But I could see in her eyes that it was more than a joke. Oh god, she's got a daddy kink. I was tempted to just... drop her right there and run. But actually, here's a little thing about love: when you're in love, you overcome their weird quirks and adore their amazing qualities. I love her in spite of her strangeness, because after all, we're all strange in some way.
"Alyssa." I whispered, my voice soft as silk. Her eyes widened and she yawned, then she fell onto my chest. I could feel her heart beating lightly; after all she had been through she deserved a rest. Calmly, she placed her hand inside mine, and formed her lips into a soothing smile.
"You make me feel safe." she muttered, my fingers intertwined through her hair.
"Babe," she began.
"Yes?"
"Please don't touch my hair with your weird hand."
"I'm sorry," I laughed, and removed my fingers from her luscious locks.
Alyssa ran her fingers through the thick grass and sighed a weak sigh.
"Where are the prison guards?" she asked.
"Gone." I said bluntly, "long gone now."
When we had finally lost the guards, we ran until we found a cosy spot, deep in the woods. We ran until our lungs were agony to find that spot, a spot for us to rest and process the strange events that had happened. Beside us, was a village that looked quite welcoming; a village of cute cottages and gorgeous flower fields. A village of smiley faces and ecstatic children. I personally wouldn't choose to settle there with children, since the prison was not too far away. And if escaping was as easy as I made it, any psycho could land themselves a comfortable spot in the warm village in order to pounce on unsuspecting prey. But me? Well, its no secret that I may be slightly insane, but i'd do anything to protect Alyssa. I'd kill to keep her safe, literally.