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He was the hunter, raising his shotgun to shoot the dismal deer

I’ht with manic lust "You’re all mine now, Weaver Locked in onna be good"

My ears rang with his voice My eyes smarted with his appearance I wanted to leave--to chase Jethro into the stars Suicide didn’t coister It wasn’t a , but about transcending from one world to another

He’s not dead

He’s just…evolved

And I didn’t want him to leave without me

We were a pair A duo

I’m done with this existence

My one--unfocused and slow But my body still wanted to survive My feet tripped backward for every one of Daniel’s, but there was no finesse I moved like a robot with no one at the controls

Froirl below Why was I backpedalling? Why prolong the inevitable? The sooner Daniel caught me, the sooner he would hurt o

Let it happen

The numbness inside would block external pain, surely

It was best to stop everything To stop thinking, stop breathing, stop surviving

My knees locked I stood steadfast

Daniel quirked an eyebrow He stalled when I didn’t continue ourhis head, he searched for a trap "Giving up so easily, whore?"

I didn’t respond Not a whisper of a shrug or a flicker of an eye I stared right through hi with Jethro and an end to hardship

Daniel growled under his breath "You’re seriously just giving up?" Sto it in his sweaty hands "You’re not going to fight istered No agony or discoht back! Where’s the fucking sport if you just give in?"

He tuggedht his putrid face into vision I would’ve cringed at the sharp bone structure, soatee, and swept back dark hair If I still had my sense of smell, I would’ve inhaled his musky excitement, unable to be hidden beneath thick notes of aftershave And if I had sense of touch, I would’ve felt his body heat infectinginto me like a disease

But I had none of that, so I noticed none

All I saw, heard, felt was a void: nothing but silent wind across e "Fuck you, Weaver You’re mine now What do you have to say for yourself?"