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                    There were huge tubs of boiling chemicals, burning in those containers. It looked like a abandoned old industry, which has been closed for several years. Mr. J pointed down towards the vats.

"There... I was born down there." He said, pointing at the acids and then looked up at me. I blinked, realisation striking me. He had told me this during one of our sessions. This is how he became what he is today.

I stared down. I desperately wanted the same. I want to be like him. To be with him. To be an equal.

"Question..." He dragged, and I tunred back to see him. The tips of his fingers slided down my arms and it drove me crazy, almost making me moan.

"Would you die for me?"

In a heartbeat.

"Yes."

"No... that's too easy." He dragged, looking above and thought.

"Would you... Would you live for me?"

He grins, chills running down my spine, making me shudder and making me fall more in love with him at the same time.

"Will you embrace me, and only me?"

I noded vigorously, saying yes, barely above a whisper.

"Will you... Will you bind your spirit to mine... in hate? Do you consign your soul to me? Do you laugh at the world in disgust?"

I wanted to be one with him. I don't think I can love anybody else or give myself to someone else other than him.

He is the one.

If he laughs at the world in disgust, ofcourse I would do the same too. And, I do find the world absurd for thinking that this clever man infront of me is crazy.

So. I do laugh at the world in disgust.

"...yes."

"Careful." He said, pointing his finger infront of me, almost like warning me.

"Do not say this oath thoughtlessly. Desire becomes surrender. Surrender becomes ...power." He bellowed, his lovely low voice echoing around the warehouse. He shifted closer towards me, his narrowing down at my lips, making goosebumps erupt on my skin.

He leaned closer, and placed his finger over my lips, gliding it down. The touch of his cold finger on my warm skin, making me want to feel his touch more. It was pure ecstacy, like a drug-feeling making me go high for a second.

"You want this?"

Of course I wanted this.

"I do."

He lifted his head up. "Say it. Say it...Say it." He said, straining his muscular neck, and leaned towards my eyes. The icy blueness of his eyes cutting through me sharp, piercing through my soul.

For a second, I didn't understand what he wanted me to say. He saw the glint of confusion in me, placing the tips of his fingers gently under my chin and said, "Pretty pretty pretty pretty--"

"Please." I said.

Joy filled his eyes. "Aww." He cooed. "You are so... good."

He then started walking backwards before gesturing towards the chemicals burning below and I immediately understood what he wanted me to do.

I don't know how to swim.

I might drown in there. If this is the last test, then I will do it. I wanted to prove him my love, even if it kills me. He has to know that is how much I love him. I would rather die than not be with him. Without hesitation, I turned around to look at him one last time, before widening my arms, and a surge of confidence flowed through me. I started falling backwards, into the burning chemicals.

My body hit the chemicals, making me slightly flinch but I felt my body go numb as I went in deeper and deeper into the vat.

In the movies drowning is loud and splashy, someone yells and waves their arms, they dip below the waves and come up in dramatic fashion while those on shore scramble to rescue them.

In real life, for me drowning is quiet and deadly, my movements are subtle, they rarely make any noise at all and I let myself go all the way in, not struggling. I felt blackness surround me and my chest constrict due to the lack of oxygen.

For some reason it doesn't hurt like I thought it would, I'm not scared anymore, it's almost peaceful actually. I begin to fall. I fall further and further into the darkness until it threatens to swallow me whole.

This is like having a gun to my head and being told not to let my heart beat. Of course it will beat. And just like the heart must go on my lungs will inhale whether it is air or briny water.

I want to be saved. Not just from this unknown burning chemicals, which is burning through my skin, doing some wonder. I want to saved from myself. I want to be reborn.

Just like him.

In a flash, all the memories I have ever had with him pass through my mind, and I felt my heart swell. I have given myself fully to him now.

I hope I am saved.

Darkness enveloped me. The water closed in around me, filling me with a deep dread. I held my breath as long as I could, too long in fact. Red and black splotches danced in front of me and I couldn't remember if my eyes were opened or closed. The coldness I had felt upon entering the water was completely gone. A desperate hot wave had come over me, warming even my frosted toes. My heart was beating rapidly in panic. The urgency for air was more apparent than ever.

Familiar jolts of electricity passed through my body, the source of it from my numb lips. Something was waking me up. Asking me to come back. I saw a bright light ahead of me and reached towards it. The more I went towards it, the blurry world became clearer and I could feel my sense coming back to me, waking my body. I could feel my lips more and it was being moved by soft skin.

I opened my mouth, gasping for air. My eyes opened, my face burning, my whole body felt like it was literally on fire. Being roasted alive.

But, a pair of ice blue eyes melted that pain away. Strong pair of hands was circled around me. He gazed at me lovingly, his eyes softening with tenderness before sparking with something else, that made me feel joy. My eyes flickered down to his lips and I realised he had kissed me. I couldn't think about anything else

He saved me.

He yanked me upto him and covered my mouth with his in a hungry kiss. As our lips crushed together, I felt like I was walking on air. It was magic, the way his lips connected with mine. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than I could have imagined and I could feel him telling me that he has chosen me. He has decided me. That I am his forever now. And forever more.

A kiss like this was a beginning, a promise of much more to come.

I felt excited, overwhelmed, thrilled beyond words to be the recipient of his affection.

I placed my hands on the back of his neck and played with the ends of his hair, pulling him down, to deepen the kiss. A smile grew on my face and finally we pulled apart.

He studied my face for a brief moment, before flipping his head back and laughed. It was never like the laugh he had ever laughed before. It was of pure joy and I felt happy, because I was the cause of it. I laughed along with him, and I could feel his arms tighten around me, keeping me safe.

I am his now.

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