Surrendering to destiny…

Lyra squeals as I suddenly bolt out of the chair, throw her over my shoulder and carry her up the stairs. My head is pounding to the same rythmn of my heart as I toss her on the bed. And when she scrambles to get away, I grab her by the ankles, pulling her close to the edge. When her frightened eyes lock on mine, I’m reminded of the saying, a-deer-in-the-headlights. Because Lyra is surrendering to me with the same grace and courage as a deer would, right before I squeeze the trigger. So you see, she’s very lucky that her destiny is in my hands…

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