The scene progressed, intensifying. The chemistry wasn't simulated; or at least, she was such a master of the craft that she convinced him it wasn't. She laughed, a genuine, throaty sound that made his stomach flip. She wasn't just performing sex; she was performing connection. And for Elias, who hadn't felt a genuine spark in years, it was like giving a glass of water to a man dying of thirst in the desert.
Deeper. (I descended willingly.) Violet. (The color of the wound.) Myers. (The name of the executioner.) She. (Not an it. A she. A force.) Ruined. (The past tense of salvation.) Me. (The sacrifice. The speaker. You.) 31082023. (The tombstone. The anniversary.) Better. (The lie that became true.) deeper violet myers she ruined me 31082023 better