Captured

Somehow, she’d found freedom within captivity, but I found mine within her.

“No, O. You’re mine, you will always be mine, and I need to claim your perfect pussy. I need to claim you outside of that house because you are my home now.”

. I wanted her. God, I fucking wanted her,

say it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, but fuck that saying. Whoever came up with it didn’t know the true meaning behind it. They didn’t grasp the agonizing ache that came with loss.

“Don’t, Ophelia. I can’t let you go because I’ll lose the parts of me I found inside you.”

When my mother died that day, a part of me went with her. The part that still shined with some glimmer of happiness tucked inside that terrible darkness.