Sins Of Her Venom

-Kathrine Andrews: (song of the Chapter: Donk by Beyoncé)

I watched her, unable to suppress the smirk that tugged at my lips.

There was no humor in it, just something darker—something that knew she was breaking apart, but still, I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t.

Her tears fell, silent but steady, as she began to unravel before me.

Her body trembled with the weight of her emotions, her hands clutching her hair in a desperate attempt to make sense of it all.

I could see the struggle inside her—the denial, the confusion. She couldn’t understand why something so wrong felt so good.

And then she said it—something about hell, about being damned.

I could feel her words hit me, but they didn’t touch me, not in the way she thought they would.

She didn’t want this. She didn’t want to be like me, to feel the things she was feeling. She was trying to convince herself that this was wrong.

But I didn’t care about any of it. Not the guilt, not the fear, not the tears. I didn’t believe in the hell she feared.

I didn’t care for any of it—the rules, the morality, the supposed consequences of loving someone.