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Published May 20, 2025
I really thought I was untouchable. I thought I was safe. The only thing I was afraid of was that goddamn faceless shadow. Until the universe sent me the biggest message of all; monsters aren’t faceless shadows creeping in the dark. Real monsters have faces.
Every time I try to forgive, every time I sit there and I try and try so hard to forgive that my heart forgets to beat, I’m back in that fucking locker, bound and gagged …. and suddenly I can’t breathe, can’t think, and all I feel is pain and anger…..Anger for the stupid girl I used to be.
I’ll be whatever the fuck she wants, whatever the fuck she needs me to be in her quest for retribution. Fuck a hero. I’ll happily help her become the villain she so desperately needs. ……. I can’t wait to watch my Raven rise from the ashes she’ll leave at her feet like a fucking phoenix.
I know the look she’s giving him. It’s the same one that warped my mind. The one I love. The one that can and has made me commit atrocities as her doctor and later on as a man obsessed. The one that has made me as psychotic and sick as the other patients that deserve to be at Lorne Wood.
“I love you… My soul has seen yours and I know yours has seen mine and there’s no going back for me, baby. We were meant to collide; nobody can tell me otherwise.”
“I’m so fucked for you baby…… Let me love you. Let me be good to you. You’ll probably do a lot of terrible shit and to be by your side, so will I. But if you’re going to drown the world, then I’ll be on the boat with you.”
I am not a kind man. I do not care about her delicate little feelings. I just want to rid myself of this need to have her submit to me and be at my disposal, waiting for me on her knees, to worship me and then pound into her from all angles.
My lizard brain, the most Neolithic, primal part of my brain, wants so much to be buried inside this woman. This beautiful fucking mute and I don't understand it….. all I know is Raven deserves to be punished. She’s been a good girl, I’m sure, for them… but for me, she’s always fucking bad.
I lean forward and kiss her lips. Simple and yet somehow even more binding. And my heart beats again.
She is the embodiment of crisp cool nights, warmth of roaring bonfires, pink super moons, the silence of absent cicadas and critters, of death in its most beautiful and natural form. She is the promise of new beginnings and transitions that come with time and rage. Furious like a fire devouring a house until only its charred skeleton remains standing.