It feels like he's marking me. Like he's preparing me for something monumental. That could both change and ruin my life.

I just want to cuddle with my Lion and give him all the love nobody in the world has given him but me.

I promise. I promise, you have my heart, and you have me. You will always have me.

I feel claimed and bonded to him like animals do. I feel like I've already been caught and trapped and he's merely priming me, leaving me to simmer in my juices, anxiously waiting for the moment when he takes his first bite of me.

There's an awful video of me on YouTube.com, titled Dumas, her life is over! which was taped by some amateur during my first Olympic tryouts and has had quite a bit of traffic-like all videos of humiliated people do. This is where the exact moment that my life shattered around me was perfectly immortalized on film and can now be played and replayed, over and over, so the world can watch for their enjoyment.

You're everything I never knew I wanted.

What if someone comes?" I half-heartedly protest. "No one's coming here but you.