The feel of it strangled, tangled on her neck is excessive. The red ribbon in which is her favorite is his tool to leave his mark, to bring her to his world. He wants her and she can’t avoid it. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want him. The feeling is mutual but there always something that can’t be avoided in their fate that he created. Except maybe himself…

An entry for DUSK 'TIL DAWN with prompt "Am I beautiful as I tear you to pieces?"