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Prologue

Locke

Whoever said light meant good lied. Whoever said that dark meant bad lied, too. They got it backwards. Sometimes darkness was better than the light. Sometimes it was better not to see the monsters. The light exposed too much. It drove away the darkness, which had become a safe place for him. He preferred not having to witness the evil in the eyes of those capable of harm. When they touched him with the light all around them, he found himself crawling into that dark place inside himself. They couldn’t touch that part of him. And if he blackened himself enough, he might never let the light in at all.

Darkness was good.

Darkness was pleasure.

Darkness made him whole.

For years, he was shrouded in it, part of it, until he couldn’t tell himself apart from it.

Except, there were bursts of light every now and then. Like fireworks in a dark, starless sky. Bursting with colours and pain and—

Obsession.

Suddenly, there was raw, unyielding Obsession.

Like a companion, Obsession sat in the darkness with him, consuming him slowly, and it said to him every now and then, “Take her. She’s yours. Take her.”

And he…

He took her, and it hurt, and there was nothing pleasurable about the bursts of light that followed.

Obsession smiled, and Locke yearned for the darkness.

Yearned to cover her in it.

Yearned to hide her in it.

Yearned to make her part of the darkness with him.

“What the fuck have you done, Max?” he would ask myself as Obsession sat beside him, smiling in that predatory way.

“What we had to,” he answered.

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Kali

Confession:

In my dreams, the powerful figure has me cornered. He presses his body against the length of me, forcing me immobile. In these dreams, I resist him, but only because I like that he tries to force me still. I want him to take me. I want him to ravage me. I want him to decide what I need for me.

I’ve spent too long towing the line, pretending to be alright, pretending the past has no shackles on me. I’m tired of being strong. I’m tired of being in control all the time.

In these dreams, I relinquish my control, and I let this powerful man have it.

And this man is dangerous.

This man is darker than night.

This man is merciless in his quest to have me any way he desires.

In these dreams, I never feel freer than being dominated by a man who wants to lock me up and throw away the key.

-K

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