Summary: I want to break you, change you, destroy you, mold you into what I want and desire. You are mine, whether you see it or not… I will possess you; own you, every little drop… Dark oneshot.
Author’s Note: I think it maybe very well obvious who this person is… He is very devilish, if I do say. This is an old one-shot, but I thought I would share it, too. Enjoy.
I want to break you, change you, destroy you, mold you into what I want and desire. Your sweet, simple, naïve nature is utterly disgusting, unacceptable and your trust is so easily acquired. But, that, too will work to my will, as long as you continue downhill.
You’ll never see it coming, but very few do, never see the monster that lurks so close, clawing at the surface… Close enough to burn, close enough to break, close enough to utterly and completely destroy everything in its wake. But you never have been very good at seeing things clear… Have you, dear?
Slowly, I prefer it that way, bit by bit, day by day, and moment by moment, I take you away. Stealing thoughts, breaking dreams, morals drop, and silence’s screams. You are mine, whether you see it or not… I will possess you; own you, every little drop…
But, I mustn’t get ahead of myself, as I said, that isn’t me… I am a patience man, you see, I have all the time in the world, all eternity. But I am doubtful it will take so long, innocence is easily crush, and you have never been that strong.
I drift closer, and this should raise alarm, but you are ever so trusting… I loath and love that about you, so pleasing, so disgusting… I suppose I was innocent once, a time before time itself, so many ages ago. My mind shifts, thinking of what to say as you slowly stroll.
There is no need for words; you know what I am after. Why don’t you stop me? Don’t you fear the hereafter? However, there is no fear in your eyes, and with pained breath, your eyes paint rivers of tears you’ve cried.
I slither closer, so much like a snake. Oh, there is so much I plan to take. Your cheek is smooth and cool in my hand as I brush the tears away. My hand trails as I make my plan to lead you astray.
You never waver, simple watching me with those eyes. The love that is there is so undeserving yet you give me that as well, you aren’t aware of where my intentions lie. You move closer still, as you have always loved the warmth I radiate, so different from the cold heart in its wake.
“Hush.” My lips brush your ear and you shiver something furious with a faint pout. “Are you afraid?” I knew better than to ask, knew that someone so simple couldn’t have me figured out.
“No,” And I was right again, but about such things, I am rarely wrong. Your eyes too wide, too innocent, too frustratingly chaste meet mine, the plea is there and you soon will be fully mine. “Why should I be?”
Answering such a question would be my downfall, so I refrain and simply take your hand; we go by whatsoever we maybe befall. I didn’t miss the shiver of pleasure it send down your spine, as I said, you soon will be mine. The road I lead you on is anything but narrow or straight, but way past the proper gate. “Come with me?”
You answer is quick, assured. “Of course.” Too trusting, too weak… It will be so easy to break you, so easy to tweak.
The path is what most choose, and your soul, you are soon to loose. That mere thought sends me to bliss, and you are unaware of the binds I twist. “Closer…”
You press against me in lover’s embrace, perhaps I misjudged you, seems you aren’t so chaste. My little, pure white dove is slowly slipping in the mud. “I am cold.” Your hands tangle in my hair as you whisper so bold.
Seems I have a lot to learn about my little doll. With my face buried in your hair, you miss my mischievous stare, miss your oncoming fall. “Of course… I will warm you, darling.” Such endearments are your undoing, not that you would notice, but it is your heart I am misusing. Inch by inch, I have your innocence’s stripped bare, but, my dear, you just don’t seem to care.
“Are we home yet?” The darkening of your eyes, the subtle changes are aligned, and now you truly are mine. There is not hope for you at this point, not reason to try, I am so sorry to disappoint.
“Close, my love.” Lies are so easily told, but so are you to mold. Damned are we both, damned as any can be, but not as much as me. Hell’s gate is but a breath away and there is nothing left to take, all, but your soul, as is the tales of old. You are mine now, you see… For now and to eternity.