My Captivating Romance (with a serial killer)

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November 8th

Gerard's arm healed slowly. I was constantly reminding him to clean and rebandage it. I gave up asking after the first few days and just did it myself. He made good on his promise of not killing anyone while we were at the cabin. But I could tell he was starting to itch for it.

Our "petting" sessions were getting heavier and more intense, but Gerard never let me go far. We would roll all over the bed, our limbs and tongues tangling. I felt bold once, dropping to me knees in front of him, trying desperately to yank his jeans down his thighs. He gasped and pulled me up by my arms, not letting me do what I desperately wanted to. As the days went by, he became rougher, yanking my hair, biting my neck, digging his nails into my hips. It was almost as though he wanted to hurt me.

December 2nd

I had realized over the last 3 months that Gerard Way was an adrenaline junkie. He absolutely lived for the rush of taking another's life. It was week three when he started to act strangely. He became irritable and snapped at me on more than one occasion. I didn't mind, I was used to his moods swings by this point. But this was darker, more intense.

But it was more than that. It was something involving me.

Just yesterday, Gerard had been ranting and raving the whole day, today he had been entirely silent. Watching me as I went about my chores. He followed me silently from room to room. When I cleaned the master bedroom we shared, Gerard watched. Eyes trailing over me as I bent down to make our bed. When I went to straighten and dust the living room he sat on the couch, eyes locked onto me like I might vanish if he blinked.

All of his attention made me self-conscious. But it also made me flush warm all over and made my toes tingle.

I got down to my hands and knees and started scrubbing the kitchen floor, his hazel eyes burning hot into me. I wiggled my hips a little in my black yoga pants just to see if I could get a rise out of him. I heard him inhale sharply.

I stood and tossed my scrub brush in the bucket. I slowly moved down the hall, Gerard silently followed, his slender silhouette outlined in the dark hallway. The tall trees outside blocked out most of the sunlight.

Gerard stood tall and lean, a dark figure stalking me as I rooted around the hall closet until I found what I was looking for. I walked back to him, meeting him in the darkest corner of the hallway. I pressed the rope into his hand and his breath went shallow.

"Tie me up, Gee."

I led him to the bedroom and he instructed me to disrobe for him. I slid my pants down and kicked them aside before pulling my tank top over my head and tossing it on the nightstand. I was happy I had worn a nice bra and panty set today. Navy blue lace that Gerard had picked out for me. I laid flat on my back on the queen-sized bed, watching Gerard through my heavy brown bangs. He paced back and forth for a few moments.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm not gonna hurt you." He muttered softly.

I wasn't sure if he was reassuring himself or me.

The rope was scratchy as it looped around my chest, spreading out over my shoulders, waist and down my calves. Gerard worked smoothly, never once having to go back and undo a knot. I felt nearly drugged, basking in Gee's dangerous, dark attention that he lavished on me.

I glanced at the mirror that stood in the corner of the room. Gerard was straddling my thighs, tying the ropes quickly but carefully. His hazel eyes were focused, his small white teeth clamped into his lip. The ropes were tight enough to bite at my skin but it wasn't painful.

He stood and stared down at me, his eyes glazed and heavy-lidded. My hands and feet were tied to each post of the old oak bed. Ropes covered my upper arms, stomach, neck and most of my legs. I could hardly move a muscle but that's how Gerard wanted it. His eyes scanned the knots, looking for any imperfections.