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He sucked life from her jugular with an overpowering frenzy and with every swig she was awakened further into abyss. When he was finished devouring, what once used to be a live source of sweet warmth and an object of his intense unabashed obsession, he crept back into the shadow-less abyss from where he had emerged and waited patiently for her to open her eyes.
It wasn’t painful for her as she had initially feared; instead, it had been relaxing, like someone was injecting carefully measured doses of some magical potion which seemed part peace and part calmness. Towards the end, she had felt so completely full of the stillness, which the peace and calm seemed to have brought along, that she had wanted nothing more than chaos. The deep yearning for it in her powerful bones made her recoil instantly and suddenly she found herself staring into the eyes of her predator who seemed nothing more than her prey at the moment.
Neither it was the knowledge that he wasn’t a predator anymore that he once had been nor it was the familiarity of reflection which had once belonged to her eyes that had stopped her from wringing his neck but it was the chaos of his depths which had spoken to her, calling out to her calm waters binding him irrevocably to her for as long as she existed.
And thus mingled in their shared chaotic ripples, they knew what it was to feel extremely weakened and supremely powerful, both at the same time.