Warnings: R rated. Disturbing content. Implied Miss Parker/Lyle, Miss Parker/Jarod.
Broken
Fairytales
Summary:In her final moments she would be perfect: she would be only his.
He imagines all the ways he could kill her.
She would be beautiful - more beautiful than any before, even though she's not his usual taste. But then she's more than a simple category; she's beyond labels and definition. He wants her because he can never have her; because she'd fight him even as she came; because he'd never know if her oh God was from horror or pleasure; because he's most not allowed to have her.
"Because" goes on for infinity. Reasons stacking up one on top of each other with every word, action and breath she takes. He wants her. All of her: mind, body, soul and life.
The knife would make her squirm: the first tremors of fear passing through her bravado. The ice she encased herself in would melt with the first drops of blood. Would become nothing but water until she was defenceless, open and vulnerable. Maybe she'd cry out with each careful cut, maybe she'd gasp. Maybe his precision would make her wet in other ways. Maybe she'd even whimper the Pretender's name. No matter how, it would be beautiful and exquisite and his – his alone.
And when her eyes started to dim and the realisation that he's not coming to save you finally, finally sank in he would kiss away the frantic tears she shed. They would almost taste as sweet as the meal to come.
The Pretender would come. White Knights always find their way to the castle and the damsel in distress, but unlike in the story it would be too late. Far too late. The fairy tale the Pretender wrote, cast and acted in would come down around his ears as he saw her body. Perhaps he would leave her spread out on the bed like the sleeping princess the Pretender imagines her as. Like Snow white and Sleeping Beauty she would be beautiful in death, unscarred but for the stains of tears and the wounds beneath her white gown. It would practically be Disney except she's not waking up, no matter how many times the Pretender kisses her.
He would kill the Pretender as he wept. Put a bullet in that big brain, another in his giant heart and laugh as he slumped over her and bled the same colour red as her and all the others.
On the bed beneath her saviour's body the princess would sleep on forever, untroubled in her slumber. Like Snow White and Sleeping Beauty - never more beautiful than she was in death, awoken only by his kiss.
Forever his.
end.