EroticReverie

Butcher 

I stand there. Outside. Looking up at her apartment window. Like clock work. Every night at midnight. Her light flicks on. Unable to sleep. I watch her shadow throw the curtain. Moving further back into the shadow between the buildings and watch as she draws the curtain back. Her little head peeking around the curtain and surveying the dark and lifeless street until she’s satisfied. 

I wonder if she feels me watching her. 

I closed Devils Hallow the day after I marked her and sent her away. They’d open back up soon, I was handing the business over to the others I’d opened it with. I was done. Call it early retirement. Or call it what it was really was. I’d fallen in love with a little mouse and no longer needed to seek pleasure in torturing and hurting others, because nothing could compare to what I felt like to own my mouse. 

I realized soon after she was gone how much I also didn’t like pain. Giving it, sure. Feeling it? Absolutely not. Because it god damn hurt sending her away. I’ve tried to tell myself that it was for the best. That Jinx deserved someone that could be as soft and sweet as she was. But now? Now I just don’t fucking care. 

I’m ready to take back what’s mine. I’m just not sure she’s going to be very happy with me once I force my way back into her life. 

Does she miss me? Does she think of me still? Has she already forgotten what it’s like to be mine? Is she happy that I let her go? 

I guess I’ll find out soon enough.