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Scorpions and Flowers
005: Art
She was so beautiful.
So… so… so utterly, irresistibly beautiful.
And she was perfect.
In anything and everything.
He has seen many, and many did not even come close to his standards.
But she was different.
She was an angel sent from heaven just for him to bask in her glory.
For him to love.
For him to cherish.
For him to worship.
For him and him alone.
She was his perfect marionette.
His masterpiece.
She is his servant.
His art.
His passion.
His lover.
As he is her master.
Her conqueror.
Her slave.
Her provider.
Her lover.
They are each other's everything and anything.
Ah yes, that is what they are.
.
He takes good care of his treasures.
He was a scorpion who hordes anything that glitters.
And she is his most prized possession.
Such priceless beauty must never be tainted.
Not by anything, and most certainly not by anyone.
Her friends included.
Friends?
Oh no, no, no.
They will soil her perfection.
Those pathetic little insects who doesn't even deserve to glance her way.
Well, he can't have that.
Nameless men were the easiest to get rid of.
Those… suitors… ha! Fools! As if they even had a chance to begin with.
He blamed her blonde friend for that.
Why would his doll need anyone else when she has him?
He could still remember how giddy he felt when he gifted her head.
Wrapped in pink with a complimenting red bow on top.
The bitch just doesn't know her place.
There was another one of them. another blonde.
He made sure his insides were cooked with that precious ramen of his.
Ah and there was also her old flame.
That spoiled, ungrateful brat who dared broke his precious doll's heart countless times.
He made sure he watched as he stabbed his beating heart the same countless times.
Not to mention that teacher she was fond of.
He got rid of him too.
They never found his body until a month later.
And even then he was too mutilated to be recognized.
Oh but no one can blame him, right?
He just did what was necessary.
He had to protect his only beloved.
They wanted to take her away.
'Rescue' her, they say, and 'bring her home'
Home? Why, she's never more at home now that he's here.
They wanted to steal her away from him.
They held a piece of her love.
But no… oh no… he can't have that.
All of her love, all of her attention…
All of it belongs to him.
Him.
Him alone.
Ahh yes, the lengths he would go through for his precious doll.
He will ensure her safety.
Give her everything she desired.
Shelter her, feed her, bathe her, clothe her…
She will have everything and anything so long as he approves.
Oh how his love for her is boundless.
In her dreams, he will chase away her nightmares.
And even in death, he will haunt her till his name is the only word she knows.
And she will dance for him.
She will dance in the palm of his hand.
Entertain him and seduce him with her graceful dance.
She is so perfect.
Just perfect.
And she was all his.
.
And as he gently brushed her petal-pink hair,
As he caressed every inch of her smooth skin,
As he kissed her ear, her head, her nose, her eyelids, her cheek, and finally her lips…
"Everything will be alright now, my love. No one will ever bother us again. I love you… I love you… I love you so much… I love you so… so very much… I love you… I will always, always, always love you… my sweet angel… my beautiful princess… my perfect marionette… you are the art I have been searching for so long… I promise to take good care of you… I promise to cherish you… forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever… my beloved masterpiece… I love you… I love you… I love you…"
She looked so broken in his arms, so distraught, so lost, so…
Defeated.
Ahh but that doesn't matter.
He will just have to build her up again.