"I told you I'm not one to love. I suck them in and drink their blood before they know it's coming."
Her eyes looked on fire as she told me. I wanted her and had to have her. She is mine. She had to be mine.
I didn't mean to want him. But the way he looked at me... like he already knew what I'd taste like when I begged."
I swore I was in control, until his hands rewrote every rule I made for my body.
Now I can't stop.
Not the wanting.
Not the watching.
Not the way I burn just knowing he's near.
This isn't love. This is the slow, sweet death of sanity and I'm letting it devour me.