Page 64 of Magic or Madness

There’s a devilish grin on his face, as his eyes dart between mine, and down my chest.

“Fucking perfect, Bambi. Look at you, fully clothed on this bed, already making me hard. You like driving me wild, don’t you?” He says under his breath, seemingly to himself as he trails his fingers around the outline of my bra.

I wait in anticipation for what he will say or do next, my body nearly buzzing as he takes his sweet time deciding his first move.

When he finally decides, my jaw drops, and I’m a trembling mess as I watch him from the comfort of the mattress.

Never did I ever think I could be anymoreattracted to Ozzy, but when I see the blade in his hand, his knuckles white as they grip the handle, everything in me melts into a puddle of desire.

He’s in nothing but his boxers, looking like the fuckingGodI worship him as, and his rings glimmer in the light, drawing my attention from his body back to the knife.

The stainless steel has me in a trance, the euphoric sensations coming back to me as quickly as my ragged breaths.

I catch myself biting my lip before he’s even said or done anything, and when the tip of the blade touches the exposed skin on my belly, Ozzy never breaks eye contact.

He’s stuck on me, watching as a quiet moan slips from my lips, and my eyes gently fall shut.

Everything that comes after this moment will be the beginning of my new life, one that is full of darkness, sacrifice, and fucking insanity.

Magic or madness?

Heaven or sin?

It doesn’t matter becausewe’re all mad here.

PART TWO:

THE CLIMAX:

OZZY

TWO MONTHS LATER

The feelingthat I’m being watched creeps in again as Fallon and I walk hand-in-hand by the river, but when I look over my shoulder, there’s nothing.

I expect to hear something, or see someone, but maybe, I’m just out of my fucking mind.

“There’s nobody following us, Ozzy.” She reassures, squeezing me a bit tighter, dragging me along like I’m her puppy.

I sigh, shaking my head, and focusing my attention back to the beautiful woman next to me.

That signature purple hair falls down her back in waves, slightly blowing in the breeze, and I can see the dimples indenting her cheeks, my absolutefavoritesmile in the world.

“I’m going mental, Bambi. I’m beginning to think I’m being haunted,” I confess, my hands shaking as the words leave my lips.

It’s been weeks of this constant dread looming over me, or whispers in the dark that jolt me awake, and the sense of being followed that has me on high alert.

Fallon is the only one who knows what I’ve been struggling with, and she’s been my soldier, fighting against this unknown threat that’s been bringing me down.

“Have you had any more nightmares?” She asks, stopping in the middle of the trail.

“Not since the last one.” I brush the hair out of her face, admiring her beautiful brown eyes.

Whenever I need comfort, clarity, or a reality check, Fallon’s eyes are my home.

“You have to sleep to have nightmares, baby.” She cocks her eyebrow, and I fold, there’s no use in hiding things from her.

“I’ll sleep tonight, promise.”

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