Interview with the Vampire starters.

     His body fails him. One by one, his organs vow to shut down courtesy of the virus she slipped inside of him. Like a parasite, she latched on. Like a parasite, she needed a host. His eyes, as blue & false as can be, lack their artificial glow { the bulb is flickering, it is ! }. A terrible thirst renders him parched, his tongue dry & thick in his mouth. Dust is lodged down his throat. Cotton fills his lungs. He can’t breathe & he gasps aloud.

     The Illusive Man wraps his hands around his throat, clawing at the flesh ‘til it turns red from the power of his godly might. Bemused, the Queen watches on with a smile. Agamemnon should’ve known better. Iphigenia crawled out of the pyre, no longer content to be a meager sacrifice. She became Clytemnestra – Snow White, no longer an innocent dame, but the EVIL QUEEN.

                                                        She is his h e l l.

     She lays him down to sleep atop his lonely bachelor’s bed. The sheets are blacker than his sin, blacker than his crimes, blacker than his awful heart. Slender fingers cradle the hero’s fallen head, resting on his gray pillow. She kisses his brow, but not his right cheek. She kisses the top of his hand, but not his lips.

                Her eyes say enough: O, JACK. YOUR HALO CHOKES YOU NOW.

                            { coɴтrol. ♦ } — ❝Don’t go, Ashford. Stay with me.❞

                                    With a smile, the queen says: Only if you beg.