Bite Sized Bride
She’s small enough to break.
But I don’t want to break her.
I want to keep her.
She thought she could run from the monster chained in her master’s temple.
She didn’t realize the moment I scented her, she stopped being prey.
She became mine.
Every time she looks at me with those wide, terrified eyes, I remember my name.
Every time she whispers to me, the rage quiets.
But don’t mistake her softness for safety. I was built to hunt, to kill, to destroy. And now I’ll do all of that for her.
She doesn’t know it yet, but I’ll put a chain on the world itself before I let anyone take my bride away.
She’s bite sized.
And I’m starving.
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