Be Mine, Freak

Malik

Tell me you love me.

I can’t.

You’ve killed for me.

And I’ll do it again.

Own me.

I already do, but if you need a reminder, kitten, I’ll give you one.

Forgive me.

If you try to run, not even God will be able to save you from me.

You are mine.

Soon, they’ll all see.

Or is it me you want to claim?

Jackie

Cupid struck me with his arrow long before Valentine’s Day rolled around.

Or maybe it was an arrow of insanity, infecting me with the same affliction Malik has.

Either way, I am his.

And for this holiday, I want him to be mine.

Am I prepared to claim my freak?

God help me.