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Suddenly, he hurled hiht and slammed his fist into the wall "Shit, shit, shit" He stus cradled his head as he rolled forward, grabbing his ers "A quoi je pensais, putain?" What the fk was I thinking?

I didn’ton

Q tree body locked hatever issues he fought

I didn’t kno much time passed but the room returned to its peaceful silence My shoulders and wrists ached froed to cla forward, I whispered, "Q--"

Q held up his hand "Don’t co mistake How did I think I could do this to you when it’s too close--scarily close to…" He didn’t continue but I knew his thoughts as clearly as if he’d spoken them

It was scarily close to all the badness inside him--the true fantasy The ultimate wish to steal me away and usemy way across the carpet, I didn’t care abouto to him It was imperative we fix this Otherwise, it had the power to destroy us

"Q…"

A minute ticked past, then five, then ten Finally, his back straightened He s up His face was colourless, eyes wild and deadly "I’m out of my mind" His lips curled in a cold smile "I’m--God, I don’t even know any but unsure His gaze begged ive him while his body stiffened with self-hatred

"You’re not out of your mind"

Q snarled, "I am" He punched hi to do what I just did? How could I? To you--h so hthe sheets

I shifted closer, welco to do, it was for the right reasons"

Q snorted, looking ht reasons? And what if I can’t reht up, I let you think they’d come back for you? What sort of fked-up bastard does that?" He shook his head, breaking eye contact "You don’t knohat it felt like Having you fightfierce, and I wanted nothing rip between his legs "I want you so fking bad, esclave It’s tearingto take you by force, especially after what happened today"

His lips pursed; he shook his head eighty sadness "Les bonnes raisons ht reasons…shit…

My heart rabbited at the i to do, I hated to think of him so lost He had blood on his hands for me It was a debt I would never be able to repay If he wanted to takeiveness, I inched closer "Tell hed suddenly; it was laced with dark disbelief "That’s the screwed-up thing I didn’t have a co to help you" His eyes locked ontoat his confession "You are fixingyou You have to believe in yourself"

QI didn’t push hiain

Another block of tihts

Q finally said, "No matter howtaller, he straightened his shoulders "If I said I ht deep "Would you trust h I can’t promise I can control myself? Would you still let me try?"

I didn’t need to conteoing forward unless we accepted our deether to abolish the in a future that didn’t exist

My voice rang true "Absolutely"

Q sighed heavily "You give ed to sho little it truly was "It’s yours, Q, because I’ve taken yours in return"

His lie he truly was He had a personal vendetta against htmares Whatever he had in mind wouldn’t be conventional, approved, or even safe, but confidence slowly replaced my panic

If I said yes, it would be exactly as if I’d been taken all over again Two options: live or die Survive or give-up

Q took a deep breath Unfolding his, dressed in tailored black "Tu me fais confiance, esclave?" Do you trust me, esclave?

The question was loaded with so much unsaid I did trust him But there was still part of me that feared him

"Yes," I whispered

Q’s hands curled "Another lie But if you let me, I’ll turn it into a truth"

My heart picked up its beat There would be no turning back No ad we’d made a mistake Just like when Q let ood or ruin us forever

Please…let me survive Please let Q survive

"I believe you"

I wanted to be free of the past To cut ourselves froe coe "I want to take you back I want to give you peace I want us to find each other in our own perfect unsullied darkness" His eyes gloith passion Despite how hard this would be for hiardless if he would be able to do it--I would let hi the flash of panic in ile Q had every power to break me for eternity Break my soul, my mind, splinterize my entire existence

I hope he does

My eyes widened

I hope he s away

Maybe Q had the power to eradicateI was in favour of a brand newfor me to come closer I used s craether as I traversed the s hands landed on my waist His touch was a threat His touch was a pro withinto have to make you believe in order to make you free Do you understand?"