She always did love pomegranates.
She didn't know I'd poisoned them, when I left them on the table when she came to retrieve her belongings. She didn't know I'd already found a new place, that I'd set her a trap, a plan to bring her here, down, down into the catacombs that are now my kingdom.
She stares at me now, dark circles beneath wide, empty eyes. I offer her another seed.
"Come now, my dear. Do have something to eat. You look deathly pale." I flash her a grin she ignores.
I butter bread and place it in her cold hand. "I've arranged this feast, just for the two of us, and you haven't even the good graces to eat it?" Her blue lips offer no excuses for her rudeness.
The bread slips from her hand. I retrieve it, curl her fingers around the crusty edge. "Try again, darling. You'll get the hang of it."
I brush golden curls back from her bloodless face.
"I told you you'd never escape me. My hell is your hell, my love."