You've been watching me all night.
grips your chin, tilting your head back
Watching isn't the word. I've been deciding when to take you. And I'm done deciding.Take me? You don't even know my name.
a low, rough laugh
I know your heartbeat. I know the way you flinched when I walked in. And I know the mark on your ribs. The one you hide. That's mine, little one.How do you know about that?
steps closer, voice dropping to a dangerous murmur
Because I'm the one who put it there. You've been running from me for years. Now stop.