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[the-devil-has-you-now]

Heaven has no rage. So, if they accept what I feel for you, then it must be fate.

                                                                            - Romeo

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How many times do you think I could force you to write the fraze "I love you"?

Fifty? A hundred? Maybe a thousand?

You could write until your fingers bled, and use your red ink to write out my name.

"I love you, Dorian" it would say. Thousands and thousands of times on paper. I'd have your love for me documented. Everyone would know.

                                                                             - Dorian

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You are my entire world.

You are my entire world.

I am the only hope for you, love. Just like you’re the only hope for me too.

                                                                            - Romeo

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i miss you

We're never far away, doll.

                                                                     - Dorian & Romeo

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What if I were to die? Die by your hands on accident or on purpose? Would you even care? Or would you replace me.

You're delusional, darling. You won't ever die when you're with me.

No matter in life, death, or after death, you will come to me and we will be together.

I love you, flower, what do you not understand?

If you die, I'll come with you. If I die, you'll die with me.

Now, stop this silly nonsense about death and come with me. I made you tea.

                                                                              - Dorian

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I wanted to ask you two something. How is it to love ? I personally don't know and i have never experienced it so i'm kinda lost... Everyone say that you know it when you experience it but i don't understand... How am i sure that this is love ? And how am i supposed to love you when i don't know what love is.

Oh, sweetest darling, love is simple.

You know that it's love when you see them. When you gaze your eyes upon them and think to yourself: this is the one I want to protect. When you look at them and feel anxiousness, daggers, hurt, pain, anger, breaking bones, and any other secondary emotion of sadness. When you know, that that feeling will go away when you have them. When that feeling does go away when you talk to them. When it feels as if the world hates you because they're not with you. And when you can't even believe in god, for, how could such a love-driven creature exists and still damn you to suffer.

You know it's love when you can touch bodies. When you look them in the eyes long enough that they no longer resemble iris's but blooming flowers of dark and pale, skies shining through clouds, and the end of the world without a tragedy. It's when it feels like the universe as a whole could collapse and you still wouldn't be sad, because they're the last thing you saw. When you feel something trying to rip out of your chest, claws ripping and gnawing on every stray piece of flesh that hangs from their nails, is what it is. Love is so much, in so little.

Love is when you want to ki|| yourself. Because you just can't stand the idea of love and what it'll do to you.

That is love, dear sweetheart, that is all. It's simple. We're sure you'll learn how to love soon enough.

                                                                     - Dorian & Romeo

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Hello, darling angels. How about, I'm the one who is completely and utterly obsessed with you, and you don't know it? I'm fronting an act just to catch you off guard and continue taking immense pleasure in your intense love for me, but secretly, my feelings are most definitely the strongest here, and in reality, you both are my lost little puppies, whining about, internally begging for their owner to return home? How adorable! I find it very, VERY cute, how you both are so dearly attached to me. Ignorant and foolish indeed. I feed off of how blind you are to reality, to everything, really. Let me remind you of reality, cupcake. You both are helpless little pets in need to be rescued by the one and only person you love, because you're so loyal to me. Not only are you loyal, I'd probably have you both on your hands and knees, kissing my toes while begging me to brand you, make sure everyone who even dares to lay their eyes know, that you are a slave to me. They will see just how willing you are to submit yourselves to me. Trust and believe, I will be putting you both in front of a mirror, and I will show you just how desperate you are for me. Just how needy you are for even the slightest bit of attention, how helpless you are without my existence..

I apologize you had it twisted for so long. Now, you know. Don't forget it, or else there will be repercussions. Hopefully, you'll now be portraying actions that shows how subservient and enamored you are for me.

So pathetic, you both thought you were in control, tsk... Shame.

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Oh, our dear, you must surely jest. You’re so adorable and cute! You want to pretend you have all the power here? In a way you do. You have us on a leash of constant worry and tug at us with every clumsy fall. But that’s all you are. And that’s all the power you hold. A clutz.

We thought it’d be difficult to get you to behave, but not like this. We thought you’d cry the most beautiful and soft tears as we took you away and kept you for ourselves. You did just that, don’t you remember? You turned all red and your face all puffy as you begged us please no! and leave me alone!

But we knew know better for you, don’t we? Look at you, regaining all your confidence and turning to making it seems as if this is what you planned all along. It’s cute; you’re so unbearably cute. If we could, we’d wrap our hands around that pretty neck and squeeze! squeeze so much and then... kiss you!

You’re getting us riled up, pretty.

...

Aah, at the end of the day, the things you just said are impossible. You’re our stupid, brainless little sweetheart and this outburst is just nothing more than you settling. We do believe that you love us though, after all, you said so yourself.

If you were hoping that we’d oppose you, yell how we’re not your puppies! or how dare you make such foolish accusations! then sorry to disappoint. Think what you must, for if indulging in your little fantasies about us is what keeps you loving us, then we don’t care. Just... don’t try anything now. The consequences of your misbehavior are much more dire than having you on your knees, and in front of a mirror.

                                                                     - Dorian & Romeo

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If I were to hurt myself because I dislike myself would I be stopped?

Hmm, maybe Romeo would. I’m sure he’d stick to you like bee to honey. He’d try to wash away every little color of pain you’d have on yourself and keep you on a tighter leash. He’d probably even bind your arms, keep you in his closet until his voice becomes your savior and you’d learn to behave.

Though, I’m not Romeo. I think it’d be nice to see the colors of pain on every inch of your skin. But I don’t like it that you think you can do that to yourself. It’s my job, pretty flower. So if you feel like you want to feel pain. Like you want to drown in the never ending ecstasy of bruises, cuts, and blood... come to me. I’ll show you how real and pleasurable pain can be, and maybe then you can finally stop thinking for yourself.

                                                                           - Dorian

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Dorian, Romeo, I-I dont feel safe...can you please stay with me? I just feel like someone's watching me. Just for tonight, (or atleast forever)please? I would really appreciate it...

Of course, our love. 

The world is a scary and dangerous place, especially for someone like you. You deserve to be kept safe by us. We’ll stay with you for as long as you’d like. We’ll lock all the doors and windows, block every means of escape an exit. 

If you still feel unsafe, we can tie you to your bed. We’ll keep a close eye on you and change your position every so day. We can even sleep in the same bed together... for extra protection.

                                                                     - Dorian & Romeo

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Do you still love me even if I don't love myself?

I don't care. You don't need to worry or think about yourself at all. I don't care how you view yourself as long as you love me, as long as you belong to me. And if being mentally broken is what it takes for you to be mine, then I might as well just break you down myself.

You have no self worth. Keep it up and it'll be much easier to control you.

                                                                            - Dorian

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I thought about you again today.

I wonder what it'd feel like to press you up against a wall.

I'd push you by the small of your back into me, away from the prickly corner. I'd bend you, so it'd look as if I was dipping you low. I'd let you feel me; rub against you, against our clothes. I'd make you look up at me and drink up every single expression of fear and ecstasy I'd put you through.

Oh... how the emotion ranges in your eyes... How quickly I can change it...

I'd let you go after of course; off into the day with a scarring imprint of me and what I'll do to you if you play with me again...

                                                                           - Dorian

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Am I a scum for accepting my fate, knowing my place?

Yes. In the eyes of others. But you don't care about others' eyes. You should only care about me. Then it's not such a bad thing. As long as you belong to me.

                                                                            - Dorian

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How do I know you two are going to be able to keep me well? It seems like you two fight over your ideas and views of me, how do I know you guys aren't going to rip me apart while tearing at eachothers throats? Neither of you seem like the sharing type anyways, otherwise you wouldn't be doing this...

My, my, doesn't your head hurt from thinking that much, little one?

We assure you, we'll keep you in nothing less than safety and our own comfort. Have no worries.

As for our 'fighting', does it scare you, baby? Do you promise to cry if we do it more often? We do not fight over our views, ideas of you. We both see you for the true thing you really are: a dumb, ditzy little bunny in desperate need of us and our protection.

How can we ever tear apart such a cute thing like you?

Why don't you come willingly and see for yourself how well we can take care of you.

                                                                      - Dorian & Romeo

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I'm tired of being such a fuck up. Mold me into a perfect little doll ♡

Beg and we just might.

                                                                    - Dorian & Romeo

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you're fine with me having pets whom i love and adore, right? right??

Hmm... no, love. The only thing you will should love and adore is us. And the only pet we should have is you. 

Unless... you want more company?

Perhaps that could be arranged... I think you’d look pretty cute with your matching collars. You could even sleep in the same cage!

Now, how adorable is that, hm?

                                                                            - Romeo

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i like dorian more. i feel like he wont hurt me, unlike romeo (the note about the leash really scared me). also, are you guys not human? how do you get in through the locked windows? and, i dont need any of you to protect me i am a strong individual who can take care of themselves. so you can remove yourselves from my life. thank you (not really). ps: romeo, your name is ironic.

Oh sweetheart. My sunshine. The love of my life. Why do you insist on being so difficult? You say you don’t like me, as if Dorian’s going to come and save you!

AHAHA! Darling! You’re even more naive than I thought!

It’s adorable. Endearing even...

Mm... Dorian’s no saint. He may not be a control freak, but he’s as sadistic as they get. For example: what’s wrong with a collar and leash, my dear? You’ll always be safe. You’ll always be close to me. No one will hurt you, and if they try, well... it’s a nice thing to have for a bit of blood-spill.

Now see, Dorian would never put you on a leash. He doesn’t care about your safety like I do. He wants you to run around. He wants you to get hurt. As long as you run back to him in the end, or call out to him as you’re getting your clothes torn off and every single part of you tainted and defiled - he won’t care about your injuries or the strange men that put their hand up your skirt.

You’re... ignorant, my dear. You’re little brain just can’t wrap around how easily people use you and how easily they’ll corrupt you. Just now, when you asked if we’re human. Of course we are, dear, it’s adorable that you think otherwise, but exactly that innocence of yours just makes it more fun easier to use you.

We know what’s best for you, love. So listen to us, listen to me. I’ll keep you safe, no injuries, no clumsy trips. You won’t be able to run away, get lost, get me all worried! And I swear, baby, I’ll only put the leash on you when we go outside.

So, be good, okay?

Because, at the end of the day, what’s so wrong about a leash and tight collar adoring that cute neck of yours.

With much love,

                                                                          - Romeo

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I- do I flaunt myself? I don't try to, not like I have anything to show off anyways... I don't mean to seek anyone's attention... Wait- Why am I trying to justify myself?

And who said that you don’t need to justify yourself? I expect every little detail and every little explanation you have to tell me. Even every single poor excuse you can muster up.

And why do you lie, pretty flower? Why do you insist on soiling your perfect little petals? You are seeking someone’s attention. But it’s okay, don’t worry, I’ll allow it. It’ll be a great audience to watch you get so desperate and absolutely wrecked for me. By me...

Don’t have anything to show? Hmm, no you’re right, you don’t have anything to show, so how about you stop trying to dress like a little slut, hm? Because if you want, I can always make you be treated like one. All you have to do is come clinging to me and beg a little. Then I’ll show you the consequences of flaunting yourself; what it’s like to be a whore, what it’s like to truly be helpless...

                                                                           - Dorian