I try to back up but there’s superglue on the bottom of my boots. I wipe my face and my hands come away bloody from my tears. Being a victim to eternal pleasure sounds like the most perfect state of existence I could ever imagine. I know with one part of my mind how horrifying that is, but with another part of my mind-a much larger one-I don’t care. I’m a willing victim, ready, waiting, eager to be destroyed. I’m as weak and helpless and doomed as any other person. For all my superhero powers, here I’m nothing. Did something happen to him overnight? Is it because there’s more than one prince here and they amp each other up? Did he really just say something weird about waiting for me? My brain is a mess. Yesterday, being so close to him didn’t mess me up this badly. They look so much alike, I wonder if maybe he’s already gone through the final change in the short time since I saw him last. Or a second, if you’re counting Christian as an almost-prince.
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