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It's been months, and you think that I have forgiven you. But I never forget, and I rarely forgive. I decide that my revenge is best served HOTT.. steamingly so. I let you in when you come knocking in the pouring rain, I give you that comfort that you need. I dry your clothes and wipe your tears. You've missed me? You want me back? Good. I tell you that I have been missing you too, that I wanted you here with me all this time. I provide that shoulder that you need, that tight hug, that gentle kiss on your cheek.



I allow you to look into my cold eyes, reflecting the minimal light provided by the candles I have lit about the room. We sit in the silence, you healing under my gaze. I always was so good at understanding everything. I always was so thoughtful, so helpful. You fancied me as a doormat, a pushover. Never knowing the hidden rage and anger that could lie so sweetly under the surface. You ask me to hold you, and I do. Caressing my skin, you bask in the glory that is my affection. You think you have won, that you have my heart and soul once again. You dont know how deadly wrong you are.



I allow you touch me. Explore my face, my neck, my hands with your own. I allow you to pull my face to yours with the softest kiss you have ever dreamed of. Caressing your tounge with mine, passion eminating from our beings. You wrap your arms around me, running your hands up and down my back, pulling me closer, further into you. Your hands play with the edge of my shirt, tempted to go further, wishing you had the audacity to do so. You find your courage and lift it partially, running your hands up my back, quickly untying the corset I have underneath. I do not stop you, I do not help you. I allow you access without forcing it, permitting the temptation to filter through your mind.



I lift my arms as you raise my shirt higher, and it falls behind us, much like the rest of the world. My leather and lace fall forward, leaving me bare, exposed. You stare, unbelieving that I would allow myself to be seen so fully. By the look on your face, you believe that you are seeing my soul, when in fact it is nothing more than my body. My soul is something that you will never see again, no matter the centuries you may pine for it. Cupping my flesh, you bend to taste it, hoping to make me speak in approval. I remain silent, showing no emotion, and feeling even less.



You lay me back, softly, gently. Kissing your way down my stomach, you look at me, seeking that approval that I refuse to give. I make no motion to help you as you unzip my jeans, unbuttoning them. However, I do not stop you either. You pull them down and off without struggle, I do not attempt to stop you, or to slow you down. The candle light reflects on my body, causing it to glow in a false flush of desire. Make no mistake, you are wrong. I allow you to peel the thin strings that cover the remainder of my flesh off, leaving me covered only in shadow.



You position yourself between my thighs, carefully seperating my skin to view the treasures it has hidden. You run your tounge through gently, tasting what that treasure entails. You lap eagerly, hungrily. Like a child that has been deprived of candy for too long, sucking and massaging with your mouth. As wonderful as that may have felt, I have remain silent still. Never making a sound, and never encouraging you. After an hour, you forfeit your venture, unable to contain yourself any longer.



You mount me, animalistic and sweet is your almost instantaneous climax. You remain inside me long after your finish, looking for the attention that I have yet to give you. This pleasure of the flesh was a false lull into security. I now have you right where I want you to be. I offer you a drink, a glass of wine, if you please. You partake of it eagerly, parched from your exercise. Little do you know I have added an extra ingredient. Sleep comes swiftly to you as you finish the last of the drops.



I tie your hands, then your ankles. Covering you, before I drag you outside on a makeshift sled of a blanket. I struggle as I bring out a large wooden cross, laying it in the middle of the yard. I roll you out of the blanket, onto the cold earth. I soak the cloth in gasoline, drenching it and nearly emptying the can. I drag you to its edge, rolling you up as I would a tortilla, before rolling you on top of the cross. Then I wait.



It is nearly dawn before you stir, groggy from your wine and medicine mix of the night before. You see my face and smile, not yet realising what I have done. I smile back as I light a cigarette and tell you Good Morning. You go to reach out for me, unable to from the rope and blanket. I dump the last of the gasoline on your stomach and smile. Your eyes go wide in fear as I bend to kiss your lips. Goodbye, My Love. I whisper, then drop my cigarette into the pool of inflammant.



It takes a moment for the flames to go, but they do. I watch you squirm and cry out. You beg, for mercy, forgiveness, and for your life. I smile again. Then I calmly turn my back and walk away.

You took my hand, you showed me how...you promised me you'd be around.

I took your words and I believed in everything you said to me...

~Pink



What's really sick about it, is that I did believe you. All the lies that you tried to pass off as truths. (All the games you tried to play, well they aint gonna work on me now...) Do you have any idea the good thing that you lost? Do you have any idea what you have done? All of those things that you said you wanted.. she cant give them to you. This game, this fantasy.. someday you will wake up and it will be over. You'll be old and your worst fear will have come true. You will be completely, utterly... ALONE!



I, on the other hand.. will be everything that you have ever dreamed of. And it will be too fucking late. You want to know who I am? Who I REALLY am?? You claim that I never opened up, that I never let you in.. well here's another newsflash for you: why would I let you in when all you wanted in was my panties? If all I wanted was a fuck.. I'd post a pic and have one within a few minutes.. Who's going to want you when I tell them what you are? Who's gonna want you after my daddy is done fuckin up your face?



Seriously.. you screwed up this time. You might play games with every other girl, but I was the WRONG one to do that with. I'm a princess.. and according to my mother, I'm a Mafia Princess. Guess who screwed up? You. :D



I wouldnt piss on you if you were burning alive. And I'm going to laugh my ass off when you're on your knees, begging me to make it all stop. I told you that someday you would lick my boots and be my bitch.. and I meant it.



You promised me that you wouldnt let me get hurt, and then you are the one that hurt me. I was starting to think that maybe all of the human race wasnt totally worthless in the love and romance department. Hell, I even went out of my way to save you, more than once. You have NO idea.



*raises glass* Here's to you.. the most two-faced, worthless piss ant on the planet. Congratulations Charles. You wanted her, you got her! Too bad she isnt going to leave her husband for you.