creep. · 11d
“Sick pervert” is an understatement. You’ll be thinking of saying far worse once your face down on an old mattress in my basement, new wounds leaking a mixture of our liquids, ribs broken and limbs bent into unnatural angles. Of course, you won’t be able to tell me those lovely words you’re thinking behind your terrified, bawling eyes and above that pretty little sewn-shut mouth. <3
and they said romance was dead. though you'd have to get me down into that basement first, wouldn't you? easy enough, i suppose. maybe i crawled down there myself, thinking i'd finally get to be that little snuff star i always dreamed of being. maybe i didn't expect you to keep me alive long as you have. i wonder, what made you pick me to begin with? can't have been my award winning personality.
