Page 45 of Taken Online

I don’t need his peace. I need his chaos, because it matches mine.

Sometimes he tries to run.

Sometimes I let him.

But he always comes back.

And if he ever doesn’t?

I still have the backup camera feed.

The keylogger.

The private folder.

The burner phone that still logs into his forum account.

He is mine. Entirely. Irrevocably. He can scream, he can claw, he can kiss me through gritted teeth, but it doesn’t change a thing.

I won.

And when I slip into bed behind him at night, when I press my lips to the back of his neck and feel him shiver, I whisper the only truth that’s ever mattered.

“You don’t belong to anyone else.”

He never says it back.

He doesn’t have to.

I feel it in the way he exhales when I wrap my arms around his waist.

I feel it in the way he sleeps only when I’m touching him.

I feel it in the way he hates me.

And still chooses me.

Every single time.

And I'll love him through them all. Love him until he finally sees that he's worthy of any love he's ever been denied.

Doesn't need those horny, pathetic men.

He has me, now.

And, I have him. All of him.

THE END