Page 102 of Stalker's Toy

I want her to see it all.

To be consumed by it.

To let it grab her by the throat and force her to admit that she loves it.

She lets go of my arm but doesn't move far.

I see the way she breathes it in, like she's afraid it won't be there if she takes her eyes off it, like she'll wake up in her bed, alone and empty-handed.

I press her up against me, just so she knows I'm real. I'm here. We're fucking doing this, right here, right now. I’m exposing her to every filthy, beautiful second of it.

I can feel the moment she gives in, the moment it devours her.

Mia takes it all in, one shuddering piece at a time. It's a lot for her. She's never had this much thrown ather at once, never thought about what it'd feel like to be the one on display.

But I know. I’ve always known.

And I always give her exactly what she needs.

I keep her close, my hands wrapped around her waist, my lips grazing her ear. "What do you think of this place?" I whisper, my words a razor-edged line from me to her.

She doesn’t answer at first. Finally she whispers, like the breath's been sucked out of her, “It’s a lot.”

Mia's caught in it, the way I wanted, the way I hoped. I'm ready to watch her snap, to watch her fall into something so deep she may never find the surface again.

"Yeah, it is," I say, my words a line between control and abandon, between who she was and who I want her to be.

I watch her absorb it, the words and the world.

She shivers like she's cold, but it's not cold in here. It's burning up, and she's on fire with it.

I know how she is, know the darkness and the heat are a push and a pull.

I’ve watched her find comfort in solitude, in the quiet of her own mind, but I’ve also watched her yearn for more.

She has the scars to prove it.

She's in over her head, butshe trusts me.

It's beautiful. It’s tragic. It's perfect.

Every single one of those writhing bodies down there is a reflection of us.

Each one a mirror that shows our secrets, the ones we haven’t said out loud, the ones we’ve been screaming in our sleep.

I let her watch for a second, then turn her around so she’s facing me.

There’s this light in her eyes, a spark that didn’t exist before.

It fuels my obsession, turns it into a bonfire that can’t be put out.

I keep my hands on her waist, keep her anchored while the world shifts around us.

I know she's overwhelmed.

I know she’s eager.

I know this is going to destroy her in the best way possible.

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