Beautiful, popular, exquisite. Captivating in every way. Her hair. Golden. Vortex curls. Impeccable. Green Eyes. Emerald. Incomparable. Her lips. Roseate. Delicate. Bronzed skin. Tanned to perfection. Out of grasp, light-years away. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but not in his case. Uncontrollable hair. Bulky glasses. Abnormally pallid skin.

A prodigy, but a nerd all the same. Calculating how long it would take for her to be his. Time. Galaxy. Two components. Keeping them separated. Not only. Popularity. Appearance. A time once desecrated. 

Wasting an existence trying to impress the girl who ruled his biosphere. Fantasizing a life of bliss with his queen. Tormented for his yearning for her. Compressed for his determination. Abused for his thoughts. Laughed at for his actions.

A request with one reply. All the same. Soon after would be laughter. A simple amusement of a fantasy. Dreams shattered. Future destroyed.

Insanity boiling beneath skin. If he couldn’t have her, no one could. Lust escalating into madness. Madness flourishing into abduction. What once was a queen, now a prisoner. All he wanted was a chance. But not even that was granted. Begging and pleading. Screaming and crying. A perfect face now flawed with fear. Incisions. Lacerations. Perforations. All upon the precision that once was. Petrified for what is to come. Not knowing is worse than the pain.

A venom used to silence the painful screams of anguish. A body of so much movement, now lay tranquil. Scarred, battered, mutilated. A heap of a queen. Sealed within her eternal dungeon. A wish granted. No one could take her now. 

Hilarity echoes. A prodigy turned executioner. One question remained. Who’s laughing now?