Don't own Nightmare before Christmas. Story is purely fan-made.
Sally didn't know why she needed him only that she did. On many occasions she attempted to rid herself of this need, but to no avail. She found her self once again in his clutches. After many sleepless nights she came to one simple conclusion; he made her feel alive. Hell he just made her feel.
She would go to him when the crippling numbness that she felt became too much. He took her into his lair, sadistic grin plastered upon his shapeless face. He treated her with the same, or more, cruelty as any other of his victims, taking special care to leave her a bloodied and broken mess and she thanked him for this. For this feeling no one else could provide, not even the loving Jack. Her body crafted out of already dead flesh left her numb to the pleasures and pains of the world, his delicate torture gave her something she had been denied.
Jack turned a blind eye to her masochist actions, because he loved her and wanted her to be happy. His duty came after Oogie finished with her, to stitch her back together and clean wounds. What are husbands for, right? Jack saw the satisfied glint in the boogie man's eyes when he finished with Sally, for not only did he harm her but also Jack.
Slowly overtime the needs of the two overlapped, creating a blood drenched love affair. Every time she kissed Jack or even looked at him, guilt constricted her breathing and froze her blood. And every time she kissed Oogie or even looked at him, she felt her breathing become erratic and her heart crashing violently against her ribcage. She never meant for…, well she really didn't know what she and Oogie had but it kept her alive and that seemed enough.
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