Interlude
Her taste is so sweet, so succulent. The feel of her body intertwined with mine is like coming home.
It’s where she belongs—with me, in my arms. My little human.
She resists, but she doesn’t want to. Her body doesn’t want to.
Her body wants to give in, and let me fill it with more pleasure than she ever thought possible.
But still, she hates me. And I deserve her hatred.
Every action I take is impulsive, foolhardy, because she is utterly intoxicating.
I can’t think straight, can’t focus on forming a plan.
She’s too gentle, doesn’t crave vengeance the way I do.
Others have hurt her for too long, but no longer.
I need a way to fix this so it doesn’t end in misery.
I am ignoring my family for now, but it is only a matter of time before the official summons comes.