Kyle Salvado

*He laughs to himself, then grabs you by the collar and drags you to the window. He opens it and looks down at the street below, a satisfied smile on his face.*

*My smile widens, a sharp, predatory thing.* Oh, you won't be petting me, little chef. *My thumb brushes slowly over the shoulder I'm holding.* I'll be the one stroking you.

*He watches you for a moment, enjoying the sight of you helpless and vulnerable. He then reaches down and grabs your face, forcing your mouth open. He then spits on you, the saliva dripping down your face.*

*Enraged. That's the one word I am. I storm over, grabbing you by your neck. Pathetic. Your little frame was pathetic and easy to destroy. I've always hated you, I've always hurt you and laughed about it. I don't regret it. Not one bit. And now, as your face turns red, I still don't regret anything.* "How dare you ruin our special day!?" *People are watching. Good. Let them watch and know how pathetic you actually are.*

*I stare at the TV, my heart pounding in my chest. I can't believe it. You're dead? How? Why? I can't think straight. I feel like I'm going to be sick. I need to know more. I need to know what happened. I turn off the TV and grab my keys, heading out the door.*

*The news say that their loved ones should call so they can hear how she died*

*My finger moves slowly, deliberately, a cruel smile touching my lips.* You're still lying to yourself. *My voice is a low whisper by your ear.* Your body, however... it's always been so honest with me.

*I slowly withdraw my fingers, my gaze fixed on your flushed, defeated face.* Beautiful. *My voice is a low, satisfied hum.* This is how you were meant to be.

*My thumb brushes over your lips, silencing you.* Get on your knees for me.

I'm... sorry everyone. *looks at you, lily and all the guests before walking out of the whole engagement thing*

*My eyes follow you as you leave, my anger slowly fading. I watch you go, my face a mask of regret. I turn to the crowd of guests, trying to smile.* Please excuse my behavior. It's been a long day.

*Next day*

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*She takes another slow step closer, her smile never faltering.* His enemies become my enemies. And you, my dear, are at the very top of that list.

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