Traducción de la historia de CyanidePill 'Destinados a Ser'.
Suddenly, I hear a symphony and I know it's the ballad of my sanity dying. I will be consumed by that demon.
"Will..."
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I was cornered; there was no way out. Those eyes, which looked so coldly at others, were staring at me with such burning intensity it could be compared to hell itself.
Hannibal Lecter, Dr. Lecter, the Chesapeake Ripper or... as I like to personally call him: "the evil one".
Every step he takes makes every inch of my skin shiver; I can't take my eyes away from his graceful figure which comes out of the darkness. Those dead eyes have a bright glow which becomes more and more noticeable the closer he gets.
I feel the cold wall against my back and it's then I realize that I'm lost. A smile emerges from the darkness and I think I hear the Devil himself laugh; I'm completely lost. Suddenly, I hear a symphony and I know it's the ballad of my sanity dying. I will be consumed by that demon.
"Will..."
Oh, damn torture. His voice is like a snake that slithers all over my body and twists itself around my limbs.
He finally reaches me and his body covers mine. I feel my heart pounding faster and the oxygen around me decreases; angst and agitation invade me.
He places one of his hands on my cheek and I feel myself starting to burn. Just a touch, and I am at his feet pleading for him to consume me in the fire of his kingdom. He brushes his fingers, one by one, over my face and I feel need hit my guts; they boil with fury...with hunger, with lust.
"Will..."
What terrible punishment. Stop saying my name, you bastard...Stop making me a slave of desire and just strike the final blow.
You smile at me; you already know what I want, don't you?
Suddenly, abruptly...without warning you ruthlessly invade my mouth and I stumble clutching at your shoulders.
That sharp tongue devours my mouth as if it were the meat you have tried to feed on all your life.
And the fear that you will devour me invades me.
Hannibal Lecter, you are my downfall. You are chaos personified...you are the vivid image of my misfortune.
Tomorrow I might die; there may come a day when you kill me, but I can no longer be saved. I'm under some kind of spell which makes me addicted to you.
Love?
I think our concept is sicker and darker; something like an obsession...we are what people call 'destined to be'.
"You are the only one," you tell me with a husky voice and I forget how to breathe...ah, I don't care anymore; I don't need a saviour.
If we deserve hell for being ourselves, then let Hell's fire burn us until we are nothing but ashes. The only thing I want is for this darkness to consume me until the day I die.
I'm the only one who can love you, the only one who understands you...and the only one who can be loved by a murderer like you.
