His Nemesis, Her Heartbreak
With my other hand, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a small, unassuming purple pill.
She stared at the pill, her breath coming in ragged hitches. “You… you’re truly going to become a monster. You’re going to—”
“I won’t rape you,” I said, my voice hushed, almost gentle. That seemed to stun her into silence for a second, her body going momentarily limp as she processed the words. But then she noticed the way I was looking at her, and her eyes widened further as I held the pill to her lips. “I won’t have to. I’m going to make it so that you, yourself, are begging for it. I want to hear you scream my name, not his.”