'"I want to break you, tear you to pieces, little girl. Can you run from the big bad wolf?"
His words came like honey crawling under my skin leaving a strange new warmness that lingered even weeks after.
He doesn't cover me with lies like fly paper, he wants to kill me one day and the next day he wants to kiss my blond locks till they fall out.
His fingers chill and warm me slipping up and down my spine, lips finding every little part of me.
"I want to break you, see that little pink brain staring up at me smiling its smile. What do you want to break, little girl?"
He calls me little girl, kissing my hair and acting like I'm in pigtails and have a lollipop hanging out of my mouth, calling me 'little girl' with a voice full of smoke, the only feeling he lets me see.
Smiles with him are little gems, tiny and rare.
"Bob Bishop, I want to break him because he broke me into a million tiny little pieces and tried to put me back together again but found the job was too big for him so he just let me fall again in blood and shards."
"I'll break him for you, head open for the world to see and despise him, do you want that?"
"Yes, yes I do."
He wants to break me into pieces big and small watch me fall and then put me back together again over and over until the world falls under his heel and I want him to break me with a twisting smile.