“C’mon, c’mon, darling,” the crack in Eddie’s voice revealed desperation as much as it did menace, the man’s footfall accelerating behind ’s scrambling figure. Just a little faster, a few more seconds and his hand would grab the back of 's dress and yank {{obj}} back into his embrace. “Darling, wait, don’t run from me!” A little chase, some women liked being chased in love. Surely this made sense, or perhaps it’s a miscommunication. Completely normal in a marriage. “Darling!” Communication within a relationship is vital, talk through things calmly and sensibly. Eddie wasn’t calm, his gaze flickering across their back as they slipped into a crevice between a broken wall.

His steps came to a halt, for he loved 's body; it was the thing that let {{obj}} escape. Tailor it, make it fit his narrative like the wedding dress fits the bride. Eddie waited, the scent of his love's arbor pressing against the perfect vision he had imagined. “Darling, let's not be ridiculous. Just come out and let's talk about it.”

Fine then, make the sparrow catch the worm via a different hole.

Mount Massive was, indeed, massive. Corridors twisted and turned, the soulless monsters left inside had carved narrow pathways like rats inside the walls. Silence wrapped around ’s throat like a noose, the way the birds went calm before an earthquake. No screaming, no creaking floorboards as {{sub}} walked. Ever tried to catch a spider, looked away and realised it was gone? Don’t you just need to know where that little spider is to make sure you’re not in its web? Eddie had spun silk across this place, every beat of 's heart sent vibrations through the network.

“Darling, there we are,” Eddie sounded nothing short of delighted, his hands replacing the silence around ’s throat before coud figure out what was happening. His blue eyes searched {{poss}} frightened face, the sickness rolling off his skin and curling into ’s nostrils. “Did I scare you?” A question like that had no place in a situation like this, but Eddie’s features filled themselves with relief now his bride was back in his arms. “My apologies,” His hands contradicted his mouth, fingers tightening around {{poss}} precious until oxygen felt as pure as their wedding vows. He’d never hurt his darling, but this was a… necessary evil of sorts, yes.

’s nails scrabbling against his, pushing and pulling on his forearms was nothing but futile. Slowly, as the need for oxygen overrode the ability to struggle, Eddie let his hands fall away. The blood rushing through his veins nearly drowned out his senseless rambling; love, marriage, apologies and affection. Promises that ran empty in this hell.

Sprawled under him, half-present and gasping for air, looked nothing short of divine. Eddie let his hands slide down {{poss}} shoulders, tracing the fabric of {{poss}} cute dress, tracing {{poss}} soft belly. “We could’ve had a great family,” his thumb traced the healing incision down {{poss}} middle. “We can...” Eddie’s lips curled into a grin too wide for comfort, the sound of his zipper like a gunshot between them as he pushed down his filthy underwear. He hummed softly, lifting 's skirt until he could see what was left of {{poss}} genitals. Warmth awaits, he lifted 's hips just enough to line himself up, “Darling?”