Rope Against Skin

The words, "I promise" never actually left my lips when Zillah insisted I stay in Paris. When he saw me in the warehouse, a look of shock filled his face. He lay there on the zabuton, his body contorted unnaturally, ooze seeping from untold wounds, and the sunglasses he had donned for so long smashed on the floor in bits. I've never seen him look so shitty, it totally unlike him to be seen in this state. After insisting that I leave, he acquiesced when he realized I wasn't going anywhere. I didn't ask any questions, because I knew once I started, I was going to scream at him, telling him this was the worst possible thing he could have done to us. What has he done? I coerced him into letting me clean his wounds, cleaning out the bits of flesh that still nested in his cracked skull, and pulling his chest scar stitches back together, which had opened up, leaving his breastbone exposed to the elements. He face contorted constantly, from awe, to maliciousness, to pain, and back to a sneer. To keep him still, I muttered a few spellwords to bind him in place. He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he could no longer hurt me in this bound position, but soon turned again.

So he cursed me, threatened to kill me, and then professed he was scared. His transition into the Zillah I know and to the demon that had possessed him was so quick it was hard to keep up. I wanted so badly to tell him what a jerk he was for screwing shit up, for choosing revenge over his life with me. I know from this experience that his interests will always be inferior to whatever he has with me. In a small moment of clarity, he wanted me to tie him up. The binding spell was wearing off, and he was able to move himself enough to thrust himself at me and bite at my wrist. Ignoring the pain and blood, I cast my spell again, forcing him to be still. He pleaded again with clenched teeth for me to get the rope. Disdainfully, I shuffled through his things and pulled out a length of rope. Let's just say that it was highly difficult to get him into the tub and tie him to the exposed plumbing. I checked his wounds again and pet him lovingly as he struggled against the ropes snapping at me.

I'm in this for better or worse. I hope he sees that in the end.