*I love you.*
Pretty words…pretty lies.
I've fallen for them over and over…
Never again.
*I would never do anything to hurt you.*
And I'm supposed to believe that…why?
I should've know better. Should've known you would be just like him.
After all, he was the one that always said the two of you were cut from the same cloth.
I always imagined it to be some elegant silk, lush velvet…even a well-tanned piece of leather. How was I to know it was a dirty old dust rag, something you use until it's falling apart and then toss it away?
Kinda like what you did to me.
Both of you.
First him, telling me he could take me places the sun and moon could never reach. He could give me everything my heart desired - as long as I did what his cock desired.
*And I won't let anyone else hurt you, either.*
You saved me from him.
Rescued me like a knight in shining armor, riding in on your trusty steed to sweep me off my feet and ride off into the sunset.
You wanted me off my feet, alright. Off my feet, on my back - and I was the one being ridden.
*You mean the world to me.*
Actions speak louder than words, ya know.
Remember telling me what he had planned?
Remember looking in my eyes and telling me that you would protect me, make sure everything went okay, and then…
Then you would follow me out of the ring, his ego be damned, because you loved me that much.
You loved me enough to stand up to him, walk away from all his promises, stand with me - the two of us against the world.
You and me.
Together.
What a crock of shit.
That lasted all of about five minutes, until I looked up and saw you walking away with him, leaving me there in my own blood…my own sweat…my own tears.
*I don't know what I would do without you.*
I do.
You would be the one on your knees, worshipping him like the god he thinks he is.
Catering to his every need, bending to his every command, indulging his every whim.
You are more pathetic than I was.
At least I had an excuse - I didn't know what kind of monster he truly was.
But you…
You watched what he did to me.
What he made me do.
What he turned me into.
And yet…you still chose him over me.


*I would lie for you, steal for you…*
More like lie TO me, right?
You told me it would be ok, it was just part of the plan.
I knew what it was right from the start.
Punishment.
I was being punished for loving you.
But that's what love is, right?
Good and bad.
Hard and soft.
Up and down.
*I would kill for you.*
You did, you just didn't know it at the time.
The first time I saw him looking at you that way, all possessive and pretending to care, I died a little bit inside.
And the day I walked into that storage room, looking for a little solitude, and he looked at me as he drove his cock deeper inside you, I died a little more.
But the final straw came last week.
When I saw the two of you, alone in a dark corner, away from the prying eyes of everyone, and I heard you say those words to him.
*I love you.
I would never do anything to hurt you.
And I won't let anyone else hurt you either.
You mean the world to me.
I don't know what I would do without you.
I would lie for you, steal for you…
I would kill for you.*
Do you still feel that way about him, Dave?
Look at him, lying there. So peaceful, you would almost swear he was sleeping.
Wouldn't you, Dave?
Well, except that his head is busted wide open, his brains spilled out on the pillow.
I guess his heart shouldn't be ripped out either, laying on his chest that was too big anyway.
And well…for some reason, I think his cock shouldn't be shoved up your ass right now. That took a little bit of work, ya know.
Making it hard enough to get in there, after I cut it off.
Did you enjoy watching that?
Did it make your blood boil, watching me torture him the way you always talked about doing, back when you were pretending to love me?
It doesn't matter much right now.
Ya know, if you open your eyes any wider, they just might pop out of your head.
Ain't you ever seen anybody sharpen a hunting knife before?
Maybe you're worried if it will hurt.
Only for a little while, I promise.
Maybe you're thinking about being with Paul forever.
Trust me, you will be.
Or maybe…just maybe you're remembering the last thing I heard you say to him…the last thing in your litany of lies you used to lay on me.
*I would die for you.*
The gleam of the knife reflects in your eyes, in your tears and I have to ask one last thing…
Promise?