When Art Falls by Lorrain Allen

I gave her my heart, but she broke it, so now I’ll give her my rage.

I neve considered the possibility of us crossing paths again.
When our gazes connect, an internal switch clicks on.
The last words she spoke to me whisper through my mind like a mantra, causing the sleeping beast to come roaring to life with a taste for her blood.
I need her to bend to my will, so I make her an offer she can’t refuse.
Once my desire has been fed, I’ll toss her away like a piece of garbage right after I destroy her, reducing her to nothingness.
She’ll regret the day she dared to betray me.
Her debt must be repaid in pain, and I will not rest until I have my pound of flesh.
Karma is a bitch that has finally come for her, and it’s hungry for retribution.
WARNING: Readers please beware. You are not dark enough for this ride if you need a trigger warning, please disembark immediately. For those of you who are interested in feeding your greedy dark soul, buckle your seatbelts, arms and legs must remain inside at all times. Please enjoy, you will reach your final destination shortly.