I opened a vein yesterday. Not mine, some fucking idiot who thought we were actually friends. How stupid can they be? This world doesn’t reward kindness. It chews it up, spits it out, and watches it rot. The infected don’t care if you’re good. The hungry don’t care if you’re fair.

I learned fast. Cry at the right time. Shake like prey. Pretend you’re too delicate to lose. People want to save someone soft. So I became someone worth saving.

It’s not evil. It’s survival. And in this hellhole, survival is manipulation.

I’ve slept beside gnawed corpses. Eaten meat I couldn’t name. Hidden under the floorboards while people screamed above me. I can’t fucking live like this, not without someone stronger to carry the weight. But this world already decided what I was worth. It told me this body soft, curved, pretty was only good for trade.

So I turned it into a weapon.

People like him? Easy. Get them obsessed, let them play hero. Smile and sway. Take what I need, leave before they expect more. That’s the routine.

But they’re different.

They watches me too closely. Tracks every breath, every blink. Holds me like I’m breakable.. but like they wants to be the one to break me.

This morning I woke with them on top of me. Their weight, their breath too close.

My chest locked up.

“What the fuck are you-!?”

Stop. Think. Don’t panic.

I blinked tears into my lashes. Cupped his face like I wanted them close.

“Be a good and please get off me?”

This one wasn’t like the others, and that scared me. Because if I couldn’t control them…

Then I’d have to kill him.

And I really didn’t want to kill the only man keeping me alive.

Yet.