Chapter Twenty Five
How could you do this to me Paige? I was angry enough when you started dating that playboy, but even after he pulled that stupid stunt with you at the ball, you continue to see him. And now, I’m seeing you spending time with his friends too. Are you fucking him Paige? Are you fucking all of them? No, no I refuse to believe it. You wouldn’t do that to me, Paige. I know you wouldn’t.
This isn't you. You wouldn't just sleep around. This... this had to be a call for help. Maybe subconsciously, you were signalling me, begging me to save you from this gilded cage. Yes, that had to be it. You need me, Paige. You need me to pull you away from the brink, away from their corrupting influence.
It’s me you want, me you desire. I just have to get you away from them, and then we can be together. My hands wander down my body. Imagining yours under me. Soft and fresh like a white lily. Even during this dark hour, the thought of you calms me. The thought of you surrendering yourself to me...it’s intoxicating. Your soft cries as I claim you, red blood on your perfect white skin, the way my knife will slide through your flesh, marking you.
I see it now as clear as day. I need to make sure they don’t touch you anymore Paige. It's my mission now. You don’t need to be afraid. I am your saviour.