Page 75 of Dark Therapy

“Your fuckingdeath,” I muttered, low and dark. “You made a mistake, and now you’re gonna pay for it.”

I shoved the towel over his head, letting the fabric soak up the blood that dripped from his neck. He was still trying to process what the hell was happening, but there was no time for his confusion. I pulled out my gun and pointed it straight at his face.

“Follow me,” I growled, my patience wearing thin. “Make a sound, and I’ll blow your brains out right here.”

His eyes flicked between the gun and my face, but he didn’t move fast enough for my liking. I jabbed him with the barrel, guiding him out of the bathroom and down the hallway.

I threw open the door to the closest room—his office—and pushed him inside.

“Sit,” I barked, pointing to the chair across from the desk. He hesitated, but I didn’t give him a second to think. A slap of my hand on the back of his head had him sinking into the seat.

I took a deep breath, the tension in the room thick as hell. I let it roll over me, savoring the silence for just a second before I leaned forward, my eyes locking onto his.

“Because ofyou, I had to leave somethingrealfucking important behind,” I said, my voice low and dark, dripping with anger. “Something I’ve beenwaitingfor, something I’ve beensavoring. And now I’m here, wasting my fucking time with you, because you couldn’t keep your goddamn mouth shut.”

I forced a deep breath through my nose, trying to calm down. I needed to focus. Needed to finish this, and yet…

I stood up abruptly, shaking off the tension, and reached for the pack of cigarettes sitting on the desk. I grabbed one, lit it, and inhaled deeply, letting the smoke curl into the air like it could somehow burn the anger out of me. But it didn’t.

I stared at the guy, my eyes narrowing, but my mind… it wasn’t there. It was somewhere else.

Amelia.

I took a long, slow drag from the cigarette, letting the smoke curl into the air as I paced around the room. The anger was still there, simmering under the surface, but it was something else that was clawing at me. Somethingdarker, gnawing away at my insides, and it had nothing to do with the fucker sitting in front of me.

I exhaled the smoke and chuckled to myself. “You ever have one of those fucking moments where you justcan’tbreathe? Like something’seatingyou alive from the inside out, and you can’t do shit about it?” I ran my fingers through my hair, my mind racing. “Yeah, that’s how I feel. Every goddamn day now. And it’s all because ofher.” I spat the words out like they burned my tongue.

I stopped pacing and turned back to him, locking eyes. The room felt suffocating, like it was closing in on me. “I don’t know what thefuckis happening, but she’s in my head. She’s all I fucking think about. All the time! And the worst part? Iwanther there. It drives me insane, makes me lose my goddamn mind. You know what it’s like to lose control?”

I paced again, the cigarette burning in my hand, the ash falling like I didn’t even notice. “I used to have everything under fucking control.Everything. My life, my work, the shit I did. But now? She’s slipping through my fingers like sand, and I can’t fucking hold on. It’s like… like I want tobreakher. But then I fuckingneedher. I don’t even know what the hell I’m doing anymore. She makes me feel like I’m losing it.”

I laughed, but it wasn’t a laugh. It was a snarl. “And I fuckinghateit.” I slammed the cigarette into the ashtray, my pulse racing. “I should just let her go, right? Let her fade into the background like everyone else. But I can’t. I can’t stop thinking about how shelooksat me. How her skinfeelsagainst mine. How she trembles when I touch her. It’s…suffocating.”

I wiped my hand down my face, frustrated, and looked back at the man, who was still trembling in his chair. “You ever feel that way? Like someone is just…toomuch? And you don’t know whether you want tofuckthem orkillthem? Because that’s what she does to me. And it’s fuckingkillingme.”

I threw the chair across the room, my mind a mess of rage and desire. The control I used to have was slipping away, piece by piece. And I couldn’t stop it.

The man’s voice trembled, shaking like a leaf in a storm. “Look… I don’t know who you think I am, but I—”

“Shut the fuck up,” I snapped, my patience running out faster than I could manage. “I’m not here for your shitty advice.”

But he kept talking, eyes wide with terror. “I… I don’t know what you’re dealing with, but if you… If you really care about her, you need to back off, man. This… this isn’t how it works—”

I cut him off with a feral laugh, the dark chuckle slipping out like a jagged knife. “Careabout her?” I repeated the words, letting them hang in the air, tasting them like poison. “Yeah, maybe I fucking care. You think Idon’tsee it? She’s all I think about. Every second of every day,she’s in my fucking head!”

I took a deep breath, my fists clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms. The memory of her was like a fucking fire, too hot to touch but too impossible to escape. “You have no idea what it was like when she held my hand. When she touched me like that, it sent a goddamn shock straight through my fuckingsoul. She doesn’t know what the hell she did to me.”

My voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, but the manic edge was still there, buzzing through me. “When her fingers brushed against mine, it was like a switch flipped. Like something inside mesnapped. For a second, I felt like I was holding her,protectingher, keeping her safe from everything… everyone. And then the next second? All I wanted to do wasdestroyher. Tear her apart.Breakher. Make her feel every fucking inch of me in ways she’ll never forget.”

I stepped closer, my breath heavy with rage, my eyes narrowing. “She’s fragile. She doesn’t even realize it, but she’s so fuckingfragile, and it makes me want to put her back together. But it also makes me want to rip her to pieces. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand the thought of anyone else touching her. Not a single fucking soul.”

I ran my fingers through my hair, my chest tightening. “I want to protect her. Butgoddamn it, I want to ruin her just as much. I want her toneedme. I want her to break andbegfor me. It’s all I think about. Every time she looks at me, it’s like I lose a little more of myself.”

I let out a long, shuddering breath, taking a step back. “I can’t stop it, though. I can’t stop what I’m gonna do to her. It’stoofuckinglate. She’s already under my skin.”

The words lingered between us, thick with a twisted sort of promise. I could see the fear flickering in his eyes, but my own—my own was something darker, something that only seemed to grow stronger with every passing second. The tension in the room crackled like an electrical storm, and as I stared at him, I couldn’t help but feel the pull of it all.

It was only a matter of time.

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