Riff locked the door then turned around to look at me.
"You're so beautiful, did you know that, Magenta? You're so beautiful, but so naïve. You think all good deeds are done out of love, and that all bad ones are done out of hatred. It's not always so, my sweet. Do you think I want to hurt you?" He asked, fingering my still bloody lip, "Do you think I get pleasure out of that?
"I don't Magenta, not at all. In fact you hurt me even more than I could ever hurt you. You think this is pain you're feeling? Pain is watching the one you love most in all of live having to go off to another man. Not because she wants to, but she has to. If you ever left me, Magenta, if you ever would be so insensitive as to forsake me, my sweet, I can't always control myself. Come here, Magenta."
I stepped foreword. He licked the last bit of blood off my lips. "I know what you want, sister, I can give you what you want."
"How ca n you know what I want, Riff, I don't know what I want." He was scaring me
"You way not know it, but you want it, badly. I can read you like a book, my dear. You want a life as something more than a servant. Who doesn't. You want Frank to know, to know the feeling of being looked down upon, how it feels to be treated like shit. You want revenge, more than I do. You look at me as if I were a monster, running on blood-lust, but you are the one with that vengeance in your heart. You want this, and, you want Daan. You have a need to nurture. Daan, those puppies. You are lost without a little life to look after."
Now, I'm going to show you what will happen if you replace me in your heart again. Like you did with those pups. Go, lay on the bed."
I knew this wasn't going to end with us lying next to each other, exhausted and flushed, but I went anyway.
"On your back, Magenta. I'll be right back, don't move." The last two words carried a venom.
I lay down and closed my eyes. I was scared. I wasn't scared for my life, as I had been when Frank had the laser pointed at me, I was scared for myself. I inhaled a shaky breath, and licked my lips.
Riff came back. I couldn't see what he had in his hands, but as he came toward me, the fear grew.
"Now Magenta, after tonight, we are going to pretend this never happened. And remember, I love you..."
A knife, he had a knife. He brought it down do that it was poised, just above my heart. He lifted my shirt up, exposing my skin.
"I love you Magenta. I love you so very much. I'd die for you, Magenta, I really would..."
With the knife, he made a slit, from between my breasts, to my navel. Quickly, he unrolled some bandages, and placed them over the wound. Kissing me, he left.
"You're so beautiful, did you know that, Magenta? You're so beautiful, but so naïve. You think all good deeds are done out of love, and that all bad ones are done out of hatred. It's not always so, my sweet. Do you think I want to hurt you?" He asked, fingering my still bloody lip, "Do you think I get pleasure out of that?
"I don't Magenta, not at all. In fact you hurt me even more than I could ever hurt you. You think this is pain you're feeling? Pain is watching the one you love most in all of live having to go off to another man. Not because she wants to, but she has to. If you ever left me, Magenta, if you ever would be so insensitive as to forsake me, my sweet, I can't always control myself. Come here, Magenta."
I stepped foreword. He licked the last bit of blood off my lips. "I know what you want, sister, I can give you what you want."
"How ca n you know what I want, Riff, I don't know what I want." He was scaring me
"You way not know it, but you want it, badly. I can read you like a book, my dear. You want a life as something more than a servant. Who doesn't. You want Frank to know, to know the feeling of being looked down upon, how it feels to be treated like shit. You want revenge, more than I do. You look at me as if I were a monster, running on blood-lust, but you are the one with that vengeance in your heart. You want this, and, you want Daan. You have a need to nurture. Daan, those puppies. You are lost without a little life to look after."
Now, I'm going to show you what will happen if you replace me in your heart again. Like you did with those pups. Go, lay on the bed."
I knew this wasn't going to end with us lying next to each other, exhausted and flushed, but I went anyway.
"On your back, Magenta. I'll be right back, don't move." The last two words carried a venom.
I lay down and closed my eyes. I was scared. I wasn't scared for my life, as I had been when Frank had the laser pointed at me, I was scared for myself. I inhaled a shaky breath, and licked my lips.
Riff came back. I couldn't see what he had in his hands, but as he came toward me, the fear grew.
"Now Magenta, after tonight, we are going to pretend this never happened. And remember, I love you..."
A knife, he had a knife. He brought it down do that it was poised, just above my heart. He lifted my shirt up, exposing my skin.
"I love you Magenta. I love you so very much. I'd die for you, Magenta, I really would..."
With the knife, he made a slit, from between my breasts, to my navel. Quickly, he unrolled some bandages, and placed them over the wound. Kissing me, he left.
