Dog Teeth

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A/N: I love this song.

John's P.O.V

He handed me a pair of pliers and told me to pull out his teeth. I was scared and confused a sobbing mess if you will. Because as long as he had them, he'd use them to do bad things.

"Your cold on the inside, theirs a dog in your heart," I said staring at my poor Thomas. "And it tells you to tear everything apart." "My body's covered in teeth marks."  "Your bite's worse than your bark," I said remembering when Thomas bit me. "You ruin everything you touch." "Destroy everyone you love." "You're all over me," I said staring at my bruised up body. And reminding myself when I was forced into sex.

He'd sunk his teeth into the flesh of many others. Infecting them with whatever was already inside of him. He'd broken all their hymens. Cut them open and played inside them. He'd hallow out their bodies. So they'd feel just as empty as him.

"Your cold on the inside, theirs a dog in your heart," I said opening Thomas mouth.  "And it tells you to tear everything apart." "You draw blood just to taste it," I said remembering when Thomas woke me up in the middle of the night and slit my wrists open. "You hold bones just to break them." "You ruin everything you touch." "Destroy everyone you love." You're all over me" I said as tears poured down my cheeks.

With that, I pulled out his teeth.


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