A/N: I'm not sure what possessed me to write this story, but I was very much inspired and taken into the idea of Marluxia and Namine together after reading some very well written fanfiction about the two. Now if only everyone could end up happy it'd be peachy keen.
I can break you
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"I can break you" he says. "I can break and take and steal from you."
But he says this with his fingers gently smoothing her hair, with his smile kissing her lips, with his eyes lazily grazing her body. His ugly words always contradicted his tender affections. She is almost used to this.
But Namine is too tired to speak now, numb and burning and still laying facedown underneath Marluxia, she only remembers to breathe. In and out and there you go.
Her body is a little broken doll that Marluxia hasn't tired of yet, and frankly, she doesn't think he ever will. There is a routine with the way he plays. First he breaks, then fixes, then lastly winds her up to do it all over again. Repeat ad nauseam.
Everything becomes a haze after a while; Marluxia slipping into her room, Marluxia undressing the two of them, Marluxia slowly choking the life out of Namine over and over again. He never does gets tired of this routine.
"Namine?" She blinks, waking up from reverie.
"This time it won't hurt." He says, poised above her.
Let it be the last time.
And this will be the last time. He promised.
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And he promised.