A jagged kind of needling.
Urgency I’d never felt before hurtled me through the rain in search of something...someone...her.
The girl who’d run.
The girl who’d awoken me.
The girl I had to find.
The undone weight between my legs kept me far too ferocious. The memory of her using me to chase her pleasure only ensured I chased her to relieve mine.
She owed me.
I wanted her to put me out of my misery.
To accept her place.
To respect me instead of ridicule me.
I needed her.
I needed her to need me.
I need...more.
I ran harder.
Searching.
Needing.
A plastic gemstone glittered at the base of a goddess statue, her marble hair cascading to the ground and her arms wrapped around a bowl of forbidden fruit.
I didn’t care what was inside.
The only treasure I wanted was Ily.
But I snatched it up anyway and kept running.
Where are you, little nightmare?
Hunting her was not good for my sanity.
With every step, I reverted deeper and deeper into a prehistoric animal.
I couldn’t stop images of what I’d do when I found her.
How I’d fall on her, fill her, bite her—
Christ.
“Ily!” I charged through bleeding water and flinched beneath the might of nature. “Where the fuck are you?”
I wasn’t the only animal out here.
There were others.
Too many others.