All About Love

Hide In Me

*warning*: Mention of cannibalism

"Why would you run away? Look at what you've done to yourself now. I told you, right? That...." He whispered in a magnetic voice, "....you can never run away from me?"

He looked at the corpse in front of him. The corpse of his beloved.

He looked at the broken remnants of the ropes she was bound with by him.

He looked at the blood splattered over her beautiful clothes that he had personally chosen for her. For his princess. For his own caged nightingale.

Such a pity.....

That beautiful girl he had vowed to protect was so unwilling to be protected. He had tied her up, treated her like a precious treasure, bought a luxurious apartment just for her comfort........still....she just died like that. Died after the attempt at running away from him. This was unfair.

Why? Why run away from him? Was he not gentle enough? He would buy everything she loved. All luxurious cosmetics, each brand more expensive than the prior. He'd even mend her rope marks and gently medicate her wounds. The wounds were impulsive. He at least admitted that. Blame him for losing his temper every time she looked at him with disgust. She should have smiled at him. Just like she used to when he had first seen her. Just like a blooming rose sparkling with morning dews.

Ah.....but those thorns were so unlikable. So....he tore them off.

She looked much more magnificent after that. Though there was fear, she hadn't been completely repulsive. She had given him a gorgeous dazed look when he had told her that no one was going to get between them anymore. She had even asked in a soft voice, extremely pleasing to the ears, "What have you done?"

As for what he had done? Of course nothing much than burning the thorns to ashes. He had burned her whole family alive. In an 'accidental' fire of her family's house. Her stupid father had dared humiliate him when he was just trying to care for his daughter. Stalker? Was that what he was called? Such a ridiculous accusation. He had wanted to know all of the likes and dislikes of his beloved. Was that wrong? Such poisonous people around his beautiful little rose...how could he tolerate that?

But it was such a pity that someone dared to rip the petals apart now. But, no worries. That sinner was....

Already where one should be......

But what about this destroyed little rose now? Still it didn't matter. He would still gather the shattered petals and gently treasure them. After all, he loved her. Dead or not.....she was still his beloved.

With a devastated appearance he collected the body and carefully brought it home. The home where she should have lived a long and happy life under his protective and gentle wings. He was not as sorrowful as he looked. In the end she still belonged to him. And she would still stay by his side. Actually....it was better now. She was dead and he wouldn't have to bear the unbearable pain of tying her up and having her body get more unpleasant wounds. His obedient little rose.

He laid her on the soft queen sized bed.

"Haa......you smell really nice....." he whispered near her ear in a gentle voice drowning in his maddening infatuation and obsession while taking in her scent. The blood was still not cleaned up but that just made the fragrance all the more pleasing. He licked the blood on her neck lightly.

Sweet.....

It was as if he was addicted. Like wine of top quality, he couldn't resist the taste. Just like a crazed beast he cleaned the blood around the white and pale neck of the girl on the bed. He couldn't get enough of the taste that was driving him crazy.

"Baby.....you taste delicious......" somehow gaining his reason, he smiled gently and the eyes glinting with demented obsession curved into crescents.

"hehehe.....hahahahahahaha!"after watching that sleeping face for a while he couldn't help laughing out loud. Why hadn't he thought of it before?! Insanity illuminated his blood red eyes. Ah....that way.....she would really stay with him forever.....

He went to the kitchen and brought a knife to the bedside. "Baby.....see, I can hide you forever now! My precious treasure.......I love you so much..." As he said so, he used the knife and tore off her clothes to reveal the heavily injured naked body.

Appreciating the beautiful view before his eyes he cleaned the unnecessary rotten blood and the decayed muscles. Then he dissected the body part by part. The smell of blood permeated throughout the luxurious room enclosing it in a terrifying aura. Like the mark of a monster threatening to rip apart anyone who interfered.

He gathered the limbs and while cutting off the meat from them he smiled excitedly as if gazing at his favorite dish. Unable to resist his desire he cut off a piece of flesh, dripping blood, from the dismembered beautiful arm and put it into his mouth satisfyingly.

"Sigh.....too delicious....." he sighed in pleasure as he bit into the soft flesh and savored the sweet blood. He couldn't help admiring the taste and licking his lips clean that were smeared with blood. He didn't want to waste even a drop of that syrupy blood.

"Baby, didn't you want to hide? See.....Now you can hide where no one can ever find you." He looked at the corpse's face that was still intact and lovingly said.

He touched his chest where he felt his heart beating with joy. He would merge her flesh and blood into his body and then no one would ever be able to split them apart. Not even death. His heart would merge with hers; his blood would mix with hers. What more could he want? Her warmth would finally be close to him never to be taken away....

The rose petals would be treasured in a place where only he could get close to, touch and treasure.

Hide in me forever my dear........