Toby's P.O.V:
I sighed as I watched him sleep, wondering how he would be when he wakes up. Mad? Confused? He whimpered and squirmed, kicking off the blankets that enclosed his almost naked body. I traced my fingers down his spine, simply thinking.
Is this really what I was made for? The lover of a phycopathic killer? Why me of all people? I began to dwell on every little error. And after time, began to doubt my own existence. Soon I was reduced to nothing more than a sobbing ball of a broken man... Ironic to my lack of pain...
A/N: I'm sorry about the boring, tiny chapter but I'm sick and I only got five hours last night... But knowing me there probably will be another chapter posted tonight... (Don't get your hopes up)
