"I don’t want to be used." She squeezed his jaw with her fingers, clutching hard his jawbone, as if his mandible would resurrect her back to life. He watched with sad, wide eyes, staring at her hungrily, feasting on the way her eyes looked different at night. Like he had found her under his porch, rummaging through old garbage blown in with the leaves, frozen still in the shock of the flashlight, and now reacting violently, tearing through the wooden siding to cause confusion. "I don’t ever want to be used."
"Just say you used me." His voice is sleek, deep and slippery. There is nothing trustful about it. She pauses, but she hasn’t released her hold on his jaw. Only clutches his tighter, so now it almost hurts like a pain he doesn’t want to admit, and her knuckles turn white.
"I just don’t ever-" but now she’s stuttering, thinking over her sentences, confused. She’s lost in her own escape and he’s got her cornered now. He leans his body, overpowering her so easily, over her. Just his torso alone is her entirety. He places one hand on her shoulder, guiding her back down on the bed and she agrees, laying with a stammer. “don’t use me.” It’s her last command, it’s her last bite in the dark
"Of course not."
She stares up at him, her wild animal eyes shining. He’s found her, and now she’s trapped. Struggeling to wedge herself into that small hole she dug for herself and thrust herself out, free and in control. But she’s too fat, and he’s got her by the tail, yanking her back and turning her on her back, grinning. Because he once feared her. Heard the noise and grabbed his shotgun, imagining intruders, a dog growling with foam at its mouth. But really it’s this tiny mouse, whimpering sad and docile in his hand. He smiles
And devours her completely.
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