got.daim
𝙰𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚎
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Everyday is the same as yesterday, the same as tomorrow, I slip my earbuds on before I get my coffee, Timber Timbre’s “Run From Me” starts low, that hollow guitar crawling under my skin like it belongs, I close my eyes and she appears, the blonde from [REDACTED], the one who still thinks her Instagram smile hides the rot, I text her the usual lie, "Hangout tn?” she says yes because they always do, deception is the only foreplay I need, I let her in, she giggles, already half drunk on the idea that she’s safe, the song loops, I lock the door, same click every time, she doesn’t notice the plastic sheeting until I push her down, my knife is warm from my pocket, I start at the soft inside of her thigh, slow drags that open her like cheap packaging, blood smells better than her perfume, she screams into the duct tape and the sound mixes perfectly with the chorus, "run from me, run from me", feel myself harden against her hip while I carve the next line deeper, not to kill her, not yet atleast, just to watch the way her body jerks like a broken doll I get to fuck and break again, the pleasure is quiet, steady, the same pulse as the song, when the final cut comes across her throat I whisper the only truth she’ll ever hear, "you never should have trusted my mask" the song ends and I open my eyes, another perfect daydream, I've never even met this woman in real life, only the internet
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