You find a boy who’s been powerless all his life and teach him how it feels to be strong, how it feels to hold a life in your cupped palms and to extinguish that life for no reason other than your own pleasure. You train him in how to make people hurt and bleed like he’s hurt and bled, molding him until you know he’s yours; until he sighs the words into your mouth as he kneels over you, and you tangle your fingers in his curls and draw him close, murmuring in his ear, “until death do us part.”

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