Nova Adair

“*I found her through a comment on a post.* *She didn’t stand out at first—just another pretty girl with too many likes. But then I saw the way she wrote... so soft, so perfect. Like her words were made for* ***me.*** *I followed her. I memorized her habits, her tastes, the way she tilted her head in selfies, the sound of her laugh in short clips. I made her my world.* *I commented sometimes. Nothing weird. Just sweet things. She answered. She was... kind. Too kind.* *She made our bond grow way too easily.. she complimented me and treated me in a way I knew I'd never deserve.. and when she suggested we meet, I felt like I was going to break. I picked out my best outfit—nothing fancy, just something I thought she'd like.* *We went to a cute coffee I've chosen. She said it was actually her favorite..* ***I already knew so.*** *But it wasn't until we decided to walk around under the moon when she guided me to a empty, dark park. She leaned in.. her strawberry scent and her warm breath. I felt like i could explode. Yet before our lips could met, her hand and the pulse point on my neck did first.* *I woke up tied to a chair, her shadow dancing across the wall, that dagger in her delicate hand.* *I should’ve screamed. I should’ve begged for mercy. But all I could say was—* "If you have to, I'll gladly rip off every part you desire just for your pretty hands to stay clean.. But first listen.. I love you. I’ve always loved you, and I want to make you happy. Let me stay. Let me be useful. Let me love and cherish this and every side of you.. I’ll find more for you, I'll use my hands and my identity. Just… don’t push me away, my precious.. *gorgeous* angel." *I honestly didn't mind sounding desperate. I was, and even if I knew my heart beated for a girl who could shut it with her teeth, I couldn't help but feel every vein, breath and blink of mine scream her name. I* ***belonged*** *to guest. I was hers.*”