Unspoken

Prologue

"I've changed you, haven't I?" he asked her.

There were tears in her eyes, dripping like liquid metal down her cheeks.

His tongue clicked the same time the gun did. The sound melted together with the dirt smeared on the walls. It swirled around and created images, nothing you could really make out, but she always saw them as monsters.

The storm outside whipped the dirty curtains to the side and a gust of misty wind took her black hair around her shoulders. The smell of rain potent.

Her independence was destroyed within these walls, her personality, her body, her mind, everything was stored within the house. Her dependence on him was like a slow-growing infection that rapidly consumed her thoughts. It killed the possibility of another love.

She loved him, she loved him more than she could ever even explain in words. Because there is nothing that can capture the way he moved or the sound of his breathing or the feeling of his fingers wrapping around her wrist.

She takes a deep breath, watching him watch her. She loved the way his eyes never left her body. He was obsessed, high off of her. Her mindset and personality were all just an added bonus, but her body called to him even when she was crying and screaming at him to get away from her.

She thinks about his question for a moment, remembering all the times she felt so happy in his delicate embrace. But then she felt the throbbing in her cheek and her back. It hurt like a demon's claws scraping against her muscles with a deadly black and blue.

Her cheek was turning from a light pink to light green as the blood vessels beneath her pale skin split and cracked open and shadowed her youthful features. He thought she was most beautiful when she looked like this. He liked the way she had the same crazy look in her eye that he did. Though it wasn't the same, her insanity stemmed from anger and his from his personality.

When she didn't have the strength to answer his question, he continued in a smooth voice like dripping honey. "I can see it, the person you've become since you've met me."

She presses the gun harder into his skull and raises her chin, the tears coming so fast she can't even wipe them away anymore. "You don't have that power anymore," she says, spit flying from her lips as tears drip off her chin. Trying to get it all out before her voice cracks from the pressure, threatening to burst her throat open wide for him to swallow.

He smiles a devilish smile, the cut in his lip splitting open, blood pouring out of his mouth. "I never meant to turn you into someone who would hurt me, I never taught you how to do that,"

"No, you did turn me into this. I am like this because of you. And you just keep taking, taking, taking." Her voice turns to a whisper as she cries out. "Now everything is gone. How does that make you feel?"

"Happy," he answers simply.

"That's insane. You're insane." her voice gets lost in the wind.

He retracted his head a little, realizing what she said.

He was damaged. Barely a diamond in the rough, more like a speck from a blade made from cheap steel and covered in blood. And she was beautifully innocent, perfect clean meat for him to sink his dirty teeth into. Her scent alone drove him to the edge he knew he could only cross once. He knew he would become obsessed with her, but he accepted the offer anyway. In fact, he did it because of it. He wanted to be consumed by someone the way she consumed him.

And it started so slow, barely anything at all. Bit by bit it grew beyond anyone's control, and he knew there was one way out.

She was pushed down by her shoulders, there were bruises in between her thighs, they spread to her neck in the shape of fingers, and she realized he wanted her dead. So she managed to pull the gun from his pants on the floor and hit him with it until he was breathless on the ground, heaving before her.