*****

A breeze blows.

And flesh sizzles.

Inhale, heavenly. I loved the smell of flesh burning in the morning. Afternoon. And night.

I look down at the naked figure bound to my bed. Snarling at me. Like a wild animal. Hungry and in pain. Struggle. Oh how I loved the struggle. How I wanted to make it last. But alas, _ he _ would be home soon. And HE wouldn't like this one bit. No. No, he would hate that his new pet will be indisposed permanently. The bastard.

Got to make it quick.

The vile in my hand twists and more of that blessed fluid drips out and...contact. Skin burns. Scream. Inhale. Repeat.

And just as my hand is about to dip out more, it's grasped and that vile with the blessed shit is thrown across the room. I turn to see _ HIS _ face. Anger in _ HIS _ eyes. And it hurts. Not because he is bending my head back and forcing me to my knees. Not because he slaps my face, cutting me deeply. Not because he knees me in my stomach. It because he's angry. Angry because I am hurting his new pet. Why did he care so much for his fucking pet? Bastard. And he's screaming at me. Telling me I am to never touch him again. And I am thrown across the room, landing on pieces of glass that cut into my skin.

Bleeding. And I want to cry. Cry, because he is fucking babying that fucking PET, holding him. Like he once did me. And I want that PET dead more than ever. I want to see him being cut everywhere. I want to see his intestines wrapped around his fucking neck. I want to eat his heart. Then I want to dust him. And I grow angry. 'Cause HE is now kissing his pet's burn marks. Kissing. Licking. And...fuck. I used to be his PET. And I am going to be replaced by this--this anus with dyed hair. He is fucking dead. The pet is DEAD. Once he's gone, then everything will go back to normal.

But it hurts right now. To see HIM. With his pet. Stings deeply. And I didn't know it could. And I want to cry. I am crying. Knees drawn up and head in between legs...and I look so fucking pathetic right now. But I can't help it. I want him back. I need him back. And I will fucking kill a horde of pets to get him back. He's mine. Jon is MINE.

I look up to see him staring at me. Anger? Maybe. Can't tell. I put my head down again. Can't look him in the face. I have made him mad. A breeze blows. And I look up and he is right there. Looking down at me. I can't make out the emotion behind those blue orbs. And as I go to put my head back down he grabs my chin. And forces me to look up. At him. And his eyes are skinning me. Layer after layer. And I can't shake it 'cause he's holding my chin. I fidget. And he moves down and I just know it's about to come. He's about to hurt me. And under many circumstances, I would accept it. Fuck that. I WOULD LOVE IT. I need it. 'Cause then I know he needs me, too. That he loves me.

I need it. I close my eyes. Waiting for the hit. The blade of a knife or a piece of glass. A brick. _ HE _ is very resourceful. But what I didn't expect were his lips. Soft. Welcoming. And I am shocked. Surprised. But only for a moment.

I open my mouth, allowing his tongue to venture in. And it's strong. And I accept it. I need it...crave it. It becomes my life force. And I want life.

Before I could make any objections, not that I ever would, my neck is exposed and his bite is deeper than any. And I want to cry again. 'Cause I know he forgives me. I know he wants me. Teeth sink deeper and I moan. And whimper. And I want more. I fucking need more. I groan when he stops. Lips covered in my blood and I reach for them with my own. But he bypasses my lips and whispers in my ear.

"You disappointed me."

I whimper. "I'm sorry."

"Don't do it again, Dev."

I tell Jon I won't. And he kisses me and bites deeper. And I am in heaven again. 'Cause he loves me. And a breeze blows.

End