miccaeli miccaevelli / 21 / the left hand of satan himself
This time, I didn't fight. I let go of my fear, my guilt, my shame. There was darkness inside me. He had put it there, and I would no longer deny it. The volcra, the nichevo'ya, they were my monsters, all of them. And he was my monster too.
“I had a big fuckload of batteries in the pockets of my cardigan, so the cardigan hung down. I had a swagger. A cardigan with a swagger, right? Can you imagine getting knocked the fuck out by a dude in a cardigan? I looked like your granddad.”