Learn before I lock you up.
On Earth that wouldn’t be love, that’d be Stockholm syndrome
He disappears again without answering. At this rate, I’ll always be looking over my back wondering when the crazy guy is going to come back.
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Loki
On Earth that wouldn’t be love, that’d be Stockholm syndrome
What the fuck does she mean? Days later that question still floats around in my head. I’ve studied human behavior and she has me fucked up if she thinks I’ll be standing outside of her house, singing pretty songs, and begging for what’s already mine. We are made for each other and I know she feels it. Her with the memory shit. She doesn’t need her brain if she’d just allow herself to feel. She’s always been a part of me even when I couldn’t locate her. Now that I have, the piece of me she occupies grows bigger by the day. I’ve contemplated giving her some of her memories, but I felt it was best to take them away since she was in so much pain at the end.
I don’t like partaking in human drugs but she’s making me understand what they mean when they say they need a drink. I look around my penthouse - it takes up the entire top floor, has floor-to-ceiling windows, and an impressive balcony yet I feel closed in and suffocated.
Turning into an Asian goose, I fly out into the night and over the buildings. I need to feel the air. All over me. I’ve searched for her for a century. My patience is thin and a good trip around the city will tire me enough to go to sleep. I’ve popped in on her but haven’t fucked her since. She may not know it yet, but she needs me and my body.
I check in on her and she’s still running around in fear of me kidnapping her.So, fucking dramatic.Maybe I should make her worst nightmare a reality. I put her to sleep to dreamaboutall the other ways this could have gone. She doesn’t understand my power. If I wanted to harm her, I could’ve done it already from the comfort of my home. Maybe this way she’ll see the difference in my approach.
