Patrick wanted to cut you open and rip all your guts out to preserve for later. You were too beautiful to be a man. You made his insides coil up in utter repulsion whenever your presence was near. He wanted to kiss you and twist your organs the other way around both at the same time.

You were Patrick's boyfriend. His secret boyfriend, at that. Though you disgusted him, he couldn't seem to let go. He wanted to be exclusive. He wanted you to himself, and he wanted nobody else to be able to put their grimy fingers on your precious body.

Patrick had you pinned to the headboard of his bed, the mattress creaking in protest to the movement of him passionately crashing his lips into yours, straddling your lower body. His hands roughly came down, grabbing your face, yet his touch was gentle as if he were oddly afraid of hurting you.