I got a lot to say to you / yeah I got a lot to say / I notice your eyes are always glued to me / keeping them here / and it makes no sense at all / they taped over your mouth / scribbled out the truth with their lies / you little spies / they taped over your mouth / scribbled out the truth with their lies / you little spies / crush / crush / crush crush crush / nothing compares to / the quiet evening alone / just the one, two / I was just counting on / that never happens / I guess I'm dreaming again / let's be more than this / if you wanna play it like a game / well come on come on let's play / 'cause I'd rather waste my life pretending / than have to forget you / for one whole minute / they taped over your mouth / scribbled out the truth with their lies / you little spies / they taped over your mouth / scribbled out the truth with their lies / you little spies / crush / crush / crush crush crush / nothing compares to / the quiet evening alone / just the one, two / I was just counting on / that never happens / I guess I'm dreaming again / let's be more than this now / rock and roll, baby / don't you know that / we're all alone now / I need something to sing about / rock and roll, hey / don't you know baby / we're all alone now / I need something to sing about / rock and roll, hey / don't you know baby / we're all alone now / give me something to sing about / nothing compares to / the quiet evening alone / just the one, two / I was just counting on / that never happens / I guess I'm dreaming again / let's be more than / nothing compares to / the quiet evening alone / just the one, two / I was just counting on / that never happens / I guess I'm dreaming again / let's be more than, more than this
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"Hello," said a murmured voice in Madison Harley's ear, audible in its softness even over the thumping bass beat of the dance remix. A delicious shudder crawled its way down Madison's spine as she turned to see whose possession the silk voice was in. A tall figure, slim but obviously muscled, and around eighteen years old, grinned down at her, shadows playing across his angular facial features.
"Hello yourself," Madison returned, a smile twitching at the corners of her lips. Perfect. Madison had been looking for a good one-night stand, trying to rebound from her asshole of an ex-boyfriend, who'd dumped her for some girl Madison knew would never put out. That was the only reason she'd showed at this stupid party anyway—for her one-night stand. "I'm Madison," she continued.
"John," said the guy. Madison didn't even hesitate. She reached for John's shirt and kissed him, hard. His lips were extraordinarily cold, and he thrilled to Madison's touch. Madison released his shirt front and tangled her hands in his hair, pulling him to her, needing the touch of a man to fill the void. She didn't even register how unnatural this kiss was, how different this man was.
Madison pushed him forward, her lips still on his, moving toward the door and the comfort of an empty bedroom. And Madison kicked the door closed behind them. Soon there was nothing but two piles of clothes on the floor and two bodies on the bed: one hard, cold like granite; one soft and fragile, and ultimately human.
John didn't break Madison that night. He made sure of that. But eventually, the human girl would be broken. And when Madison felt a kick at her stomach a few weeks later, she was sure her imagination was just running wild.