#lerouxposting

the inherent intimacy of following the man with whom your fate is forever entwined because you saved his life to his underground domain and getting caught in his trap, knowing he's tricking you but falling for it anyways, being enchanted by his voice and comparing the sound to that of a siren leading you to temptation.

the inherent intimacy of his familiar hands rising from the water and seizing you by the throat, the hands which usually grip a lasso to commit their violent deeds but instead are gripping you by the nape of your neck, the hands of the wretched man you should hate and yet do not.

the inherent intimacy of wrapping your fingers around the arm of the monster trying to drown you, the monster you've forgiven for far worse, as he drags you below the surface, as you realize you are cursed to follow him even in death.

the inherent intimacy of giving one last cry before he finally takes your life, the life you already gave him years ago without question. the inherent intimacy of him instantly recognizing you by the sound of your pain, as murderous rage turns to dull frustration, as his lethal hold relents and becomes gentle even in his annoyance, as he lays you on the shore almost tenderly.

– christine, chapter 13