VOID
Oh, Green.
This woman tend to forget I was The Torturer. A sadist who thrived on inflicting pain on people.
Simply because I loved her too much to lose her didn't mean I forgot how to touch where it hurts the most. And she should've known that by now.
She scurried away from the wall as soon as I released her. Leaning against a dresser, a smile made its way to my lips as I watched her go to the large wall mirror and run a hand along the collar.
Stamped boldly on the side: "His Property."
I'd gotten it some years back and always imagined what it'd look like around my woman's neck. Who would've thought it'd look this fitting?
"What the hell is this? Take it off!"
"Why don't you try?"
I shot her the smile that came with bad decisions, knowing she'd already tried.
"Looks like it
