Gunpoint
You've always been a fighter, Brandon, all your life - a fighter, I say, not a lover.
You could never really grasp the nuances of such a profound feeling. To you, everything was about power and control, getting your adversaries on their knees and making them beg for mercy. Because Brandon, baby, you're a fighter.
I'd watched you from afar, waiting for the moment you would realize we were always meant to be. Only I could give your life that sensation of a constant state of war: you could never guess what was coming for you.
But don't you worry: I am what's always coming for you.
We had all the time in the world, you weren't going anywhere. You couldn't: I got you tied to the bed, powerless, just the way I liked it, but could never have. It's just that... You see, I wasn't one to give up easily; you've always been a fighter, baby, and so have I.
I honestly expected to see you miserable when I went back to your house to check on you. Oh, that place brought back so many memories... So many memories of us... Chills went down my spine as your smell inebriated my body.
And much to my dismay, there you were making out and making memories with another girl. I hear you moan her name and all I hear is you trying to get me out of your system like the pain meds you'd have to start fighting again. I know your every move, baby, because we belong together, but if you don't feel like coming back back to me...
Well, then you shouldn't belong to anyone.
I can't stop myself from coming back to your place - our place - and I ask you why you even need these keys I'm holding, where could you possibly be going so late at night? And as you tell me that I already know where you're headed, I notice something different about you...
...is it weakness that I see in your eyes?
I hear your voice tremble and, if you stopped your goddamned mouth for a second I bet I'd hear your heartbeat. Your hand shakes as you tell me everything's going to be alright if I just give you the gun...
Has she made you that soft?
Brandon, baby, you've always been a fighter. That's who you are - who you used to be, at least. If you can't be mine, if you can barely be yourself... Why bother to be anything at all?