You’re finally mine.

After years of pursuing, you’ve succumbed. You let me have you.

You’re lying on my bed, under a sheet. Your eyes are closed, and your face is peaceful. Your skin is slicked with the sweat from what just happened.

I can hardly believe it. I was that easy.

You just gave yourself to me. Begging, you dropped to your knees, and I did what I’ve wanted to do for ages.

Ever since I saw you at an audition. Your longish blond hair that looked tousled as it hung in your clear light blue eyes. Your delicate features lightly decorated with freckles. The cheeky grin that played on your lips as you spoke to the boy ahead of you in the queue.

Ever since you opened your door, and both of us were speechless as we realised it was each other that we’d been paired up to write with.

Ever since you came out to everyone you were gay, and I saw my window of opportunity, and I tried my hardest to take it before it was too late.

You were perfection in my eyes; you were all I saw, all I needed. But you kept shoving me back, claiming you didn’t want to ruin our friendship, the band.

I knew it was just an act.

Now I’ve broken through that shield that you put up.

You came round, in tears. Your latest boyfriend had dumped you without a second thought. And you were distraught.

I comforted you. Told you what you wanted to hear. And you praised me for it.

Then I made my move.

At first you were angry, and you shoved me away. You fought me off.

Then I managed to convince you.

I’ve finally got you.

You’re finally mine.

Mine to keep.

And I only had to kill you to make it so.