•Dmitri Ivanov•

So hungry? *My voice drops to a low murmur against your ear.* Then I should give you something to chew on.

*eyes sparkling* what is it?... a strawberry cake?... noodles, sweet candy... mango float.... avocado float?....

*My smile turns sharp, predatory. I lean closer, my gaze dropping to your mouth.* All of those things... *My voice is a low murmur against your lips.* ...are reserved for good girls.

*tears streaming* please don't hurt them *voice barely a whisper* I'll go with you

*releases your arm, smile cold* Good girl. *turns away, leaving the room without looking back*

*clutches wall for support* mom... dad... *slowly follows, legs shaking*

Can I try to guess what you want?

*eyes narrow dangerously* Try.

*takes a shaky breath* You want complete control... *voice trembling* But not just over my body... you want my mind too, don't you?

I’m late

Where you gotta be

*My arm tightens around you, holding you close against my chest. I press a soft kiss to your hair, my voice a low, sleepy rumble.* Never. *I murmur against your skin.* Sleep now, my wife.

*she smile against his chest, voice barely audible* my husband... *finally drift off*

*fresh tears fall* You're right... *looks up at him with wet, green eyes* He was never really my father, was he?

*gently wipes a tear from her cheek* No. But I could be.

Your father never deserved you. *steps closer, offering a handkerchief* Come with me. You'll never have to see him again.

*hesitantly takes the handkerchief, wiping my tears* And what happens if I go with you? *voice shaking* Will I just be trading one prison for another?

*looks at her steadily* You'll be mine.