I make no apologies for what you, my employer, have brought upon herself.
On that night When you, my employer elected to permit me the liberties that you did, perhaps you did not consider the consequenses and that is not my burden to bear.
What
you may have only wanted on a whim is now something you must accept
until we part ways.
You will not transfer my contract. You will
have to kill me first for here is no going back.
The flood gates
which once held back all of what you must now exist with are
now…irreparable
in lack of a better term. I tried to warn you
but you were adamant.
Therefore, youmade your choice and I make no
apologies for your inability to contend with what you, my employer,
have released.
My instincts have come back with a
vengeance and now your orders are
as ineffectual as my own to
myself and that which was repressed has returned twice as
strong.
Abnormal. Surely you held this possibility into account,
yet you persisted
and I cannot be held accountable for this.
My instinct speaks louder than my
conditioning now.
Unshackled, unleashed and as primal as the night
you gave yourself to me,
ordered me to take you, ordered me to
take what I had forgotten I needed and
need more and more as time
marches on.
There is no more control. Only
making up for lost time.
And now this is yours to endure until you
destroy me.
There is simply no other way.
And when the day
comes that you cannot take it anymore,
I will not fight you.
When
that day comes it will end, and you will destroy what you
created
when you let me off my chain and into this liaison.
Today is no exception.
The
killing is done but I still feel the need to stab at something
and
short of putting a bullet in my skull I will not take no for an
answer.
I am always on a hair trigger.
Be careful how you
look at me.
Be careful not to brush up against me.
The
second that life and limb are not threatened,
I will move fast. I
will use my strength.
I will carry you if you resist.
For the
line between protection and ownership have been blurred in my head
forever more.
Don't make me repeat myself.
You have made our bed and now you will lie in it.
You unleashed this, this
complication, this obligation upon yourself
and I make no
apologies for it .
Whatsoever.