I pushed you too hard that night, purely because I was sobbingly curious.
I wanted a glimpse at your humanity. I wanted to see what it took to make you bleed. I longed to learn how deeply my knife could cut before you would obligingly cry out in pain.
Monster in my closet; you smelled like a mysticist in my kitchen, and a butcher in my bedroom.
Jugular throttled, you forced me to bare my teeth.
And I… I just wanted to hurt you. For all the things you had done, all the things you could do, and all the deeply, unimaginably fucked up things you were yet to do.