Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Kill Me Softly by Sarah Cross.

Torture Me Sweetly
a Kill Me Softly fanfiction

Panic set in the moment after Blue had left her, a slightly less cursed boy than before. She held the all access key to the Dream, exactly alike to the one Felix had given her, and with the same ultimatum. She had gone into Suite 3013, and she had barely escaped with her life. Now she was tempting fate with accessing the only key that would open to Suite 3024 and falling to the wrath of Blue killing her in cold blood, very violently and very painfully. A weight settled on her chest as she realized that she had just entered into a relationship with Felix's, her attempted murderer's, little brother, the boy that loved her who could turn into a murdering psychopath if she set one foot into his secret suite.

Flashes of being pinned down and the life being sucked out of her by Felix entered her mind. The helplessness she had felt, the hope that had been ripped from her when she realized there was no escape. It fell down to one choice. Death or her sleeping curse? She had a lot of faith in Freddie, but if she died then his curse would be finite and it wouldn't be active anymore. He didn't have to worry about her falling into a 100 year sleep if she was dead. But then she thought of how excited he was to be her knight in shining armor, sword catalog and all.

This time around, there was no sleeping curse to fall back on. Was she willing to risk her life by being with Blue? She loved him, as much as her sixteen-year-old self could, but was it enough to still be holding this key in her hand, knowing that her boyfriend could become her murderer in a few seconds. Mirabelle wasn't sure if she could escape the Valentines' curse this time around.

But she had given her word, given her love, given her birthday wish, so there was no turning back.

Mira had given up on ever getting a good night sleep ever again. Her godmothers had tried elixirs, herbal teas, and all the spells they could think of, but panic and stress defeated them all.

Her dreams turned into nightmares of Blue slitting her throat, repeatedly hitting her with an axe, torturing her with Freddie's sword. And the all access room key seemed to mock her where it was locked in a box at the back of her closet. She'd wake up from the nightmares and just stare into the blackness of her closet, knowing that the actual key to her death was in there, taunting her as if to say Stupid girl, your love is making you blind. Do you want to die by the hands of your love? Felix was nearly successful, and Blue doesn't have a backup plan if you ever walk into that room.

During the day though, she was completely at ease. Wrapped in Blue's strong arms, laughing at a joke Freddie had said or frowning at Viv when she tosses Henley out like garbage, she's realized she's never known a single group of people who can understand her like this insane collection of fairytale characters. Sometimes she caught Freddie staring at her and Blue as if he was in pain, and she knew that Caspian and Wills weren't very happy with her either. Everyone had expected her to fall into the waiting arms of her Honor-bound Prince Charming, and Frederick Knight was as princely as they came.

They had a connection, a weird tingly connection, whenever they touched. Wherever they touched felt like fire, as if being pleasantly wrapped in the warmth of the sun. And when they kissed, it was magical. Her and Freddie's kissing had broken a sixteen year old curse, that's how magical it was. But she'd always felt inferior to Freddie, not because he treated her like trash, but because of how good and wholesome and nice he was. She felt like a rotten piece of meat next to a filet mignon when she was next to her prince.

She had chosen Blue and all the consequences that this relationship came with. She had chosen his multiple personalities over Freddie's sweet disposition, his anger and wrath over Freddie's sweetness, his bullheadedness over Freddie's calm demeanor.

But lately she'd been wondering if she had made the right choice.

She loved Blue, and she didn't love Freddie. But she despised Blue's curse, and loved Freddie's, mostly because his "curse" had been to make out with her and wake her up from being asleep. She had reservations about owing him, but she knew Freddie didn't look at it that way. He saw it as a way to save someone he cared about. He didn't expect anything from her in return, except for perhaps her love. But they had established even before the curse set in that she loved someone else. That someone had been Felix and one of the worst mistakes she's ever made. And then she'd found Blue, and she began to feel like she was repeating history.

Blue promised he'd never hurt her like Felix did, but his curse didn't give him a choice. She was the one who was in possession of the only key that opened into his secret bloody chamber, where the lifeless body of Jane was being kept, preserved eternally. Blue had loved her, and she had died. Blue now loved Mira.

Was she really such a masochist that she would put this pressure on herself? This pain? These nightmares? These death threats?

But then she'd get lost in Blue's warm eyes, sniff his scent, nuzzle his neck, kiss his uncursed lips, and forget all the dangers that being with him was.

A/N- Hello Kill Me Softly fans! Please don't stab me with pitchforks at the thought of your precious Blue and Mirabelle getting broken up! It's for a good cause, and it makes for quite a drama-filled adventure. This will be a multi-chapter, even though I know I'm going to regret saying that. I'm in the middle of one Glee story and I have another one on hiatus, but I'm as much a masochist as Mira is, and I'm allowing this pain to happen. Happy reading! Review and tell me what you think!

Raegan