I know she isn’t back to start again. Nah, if Billie cheated death, she’s here to deliver my cursed self to the deepest pit of hell, which I deserve. It doesn’t matter that I’ve mourned our love all these centuries or that I’ve been searching during that time in hopes of catching a glimpse of the true love I found with her with another.
Now, sitting here in Danjal office, I wait while racking my brain trying to figure out how I’m gonna flip this.
“Well, you’re the fool, no disrespect,” she adds nonchalantly, “because now you’re asking for my husband to kill you when you just seeing Wolf again,” Angie tsks. “What was all that living, fighting, waiting for if you’re not going to make him pay.”
Danjal, following Angie’s lead jumps in for the set up.
“In her state, she can try but she won’t be able to faze him,” he remarks.
“I will train you,” states Angie as she shakes Billie by the shoulder to get the woman to look at her.
I have to fight t keep from laughing. These two played their parts well.
So, 30 days to make this work. 30 days for the bond between Billie and I to strengthen to the point of madness. 30 freakn’ days to make Billie mine.
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I needed her to understand what she was getting into…that I’m a monster. Underneath all this skin and bones, is a living, breathing demon. Money, clothes, good conversation, and good loving won’t change what I am. With each warning, all my pushing away, she just kept on coming. Okay.
Now that I’ve finally accepted her love, these fools think to snatch it away?
In and out, that’s what I told myself. I’m only here to punish her after finding out what she’s been up to off the clock. Dressed up to ensure she wouldn’t know it was me, I became a part of her fantasy. I knew from the second Gayle looked up at me, with pleading in her eyes on her knees, begging me to give her what she needed, I knew I was in trouble.
Gayle fantasied about it, but she never dreamed someone like me could do her this way. The way I make her body melt away, she willingly became my pet...feeding from my hands, letting me explore every inch of her body until there is no mystery left.
Gayle may call me Sir, but I think I'm the one that's slowly becoming the slave in this twisted game of pretend.