Today is my final day. If I don't make a decision, I'm going to Hell...
But...
You had retreated into the bathroom with the door locked, the only way you could get privacy. Your heart was racing, like it always seemed to be lately. His breakfast was already finished, and the entire time you felt as though you were on the verge of a panic attack.
I can't keep lying to myself. I want to send him to Hell so badly. But I don't want to go, too!
It was the price you had to pay, you supposed. You did, after all, beg and wish that your boyfriend would be dragged to Hell...
I unwittingly summoned a demon and I've got today to decide if he goes to Hell or not.
Am I fucking stupid, like he says I am?
No. You weren't. Panting slightly you focused on your reflection, trying to get your body to calm down at least somewhat. Your cheek was still covered, having replaced the gauze after your boyfriend had done the most disgusting thing he could have done to it.
He actually licked the burn. What the fuck is wrong with him?
The rebellious voice had returned with a vengeance. Perhaps that was part of the reason for your inability to remain calm; adrenaline was coursing through you. Just the mere thought of sending him to Hell at last was... exciting? Nerve-wracking? You couldn't tell.
It doesn't matter. Today is his last fucking day on Earth.
I'm sending that bastard to Hell.
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You returned to the living room eventually, filled with a confidence that you weren't accustomed to. You were even smiling.
And it was this simple gesture alone that seemed to put your boyfriend over the edge. Glaring gently in your direction he settled his now empty plate into the sink. "Darling, what's that smile for...?" he wondered out loud.
"Nothing," you replied, smiling wider. Imagining him burning for an eternity, suffering the fate that he so rightly deserved. "It's just a gorgeous day out today."
He took a glance outside; the sun was indeed shining brightly, with not a cloud in the sky. But he clearly wasn't convinced. "As beautiful as it seems to be today, you aren't going outdoors. Not with that cheek. The sun will only make it worse."
That wasn't the problem, and you knew it damn well enough by now; he didn't want other people to see the wound and start talking. But now, when you had at last made your final decision, you didn't care. You simply nodded, turning away and towards the window again. It truly was a gorgeous day... and it would be made even better once Anti dragged him into Hell.
The hand in your hair took you by surprise, as did the knife to your throat. At first you had expected Anti, but your boyfriend pressed his lips to your ear instead. "Tell me why you seem so terribly cheerful this morning, my darling," he spoke softly.
You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the cold, thin metal blade against your throat. Your very vulnerable throat. "I-I-I just.... I just..." You couldn't come up with a decent enough answer, and all of your prior confidence and adrenaline had been taken away in one fluid motion. At his doing, of course.
"You haven't acted like this since we'd begun dating. So tell me," your boyfriend continued, "why I should not simply kill you here and now?"
