The Psychopath | 18+

5. Shadowed Demons

Warning ⚠️ Mentions of Sui@ide attempts, self harms and minor mental health triggers

Eros POV
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The little thing had scurried away from me in fear, I could smell it. It gave me pleasure and superiority, a new found obsession and I loved it.

To see her pretty face morphed into that of fright and uncertainty— not knowing what lurked beneath the shadows of a psychopath, brought peace to my nuisance of a mind.

I could focus on something else for once.

No other journalist or reporter had wanted to come see me but one and I ruined her, I tore her apart from the inside out. She had made the mistake of falling in love, poor thing.

That is until she betrayed me for her own benefit.

I snapped the illusion she made of me in half shattering her other worldly reality, she went home broken, quite a sight to see if you'd ask me.

And now I had another one all to myself, it was ravishing. Only I would give this one what she wanted, play her little game long enough, then slowly but surely drain the ever living life out of her, not in a literally sense but it wasn't only emotional if you know what I mean.

Romana I loved the way her name rolled of my tongue, I'd like to admit I was a little excessive for my first impression but I couldn't help it, it was funny watching her squirm under my gaze I had to hold a laugh, I am totally a normal person, messed up in the head but normal for the most part.

A soft knock sounded from the door, that snapped me from my thoughts Isabella the only other person not affected by me. I hated her for it, I knew it was her because well, I don't think Romana wanted to see me anytime soon.

"Come" I said and the door opened, she popped her pretty little aggravating head in, with a tight smile.

"Dinner is ready sir, should I bring it in" she asked, I cracked my knuckles to ease the built up tension in my body, I needed a release.

"Not now, leave it in the kitchen" I ordered.

"Okay sir" she whispered, closing the door behind her, she knew never to question me, talk back nor defy me. It wouldn't end well.

I checked my wrist watch which read ten, common hours for me to eat, but I was hungry for something else.

The watch was a gift from my late father, I had watched as the life drained from his eyes on the hospital bed. I felt nothing, I kept it as a reminder of the man that ruined my life and my mother wept for him, how pathetic.

A sigh escaped my lips and I swiped my hand through my hair, I needed to calm down before an episode was triggered, the little rabbit stirred something within me, I didn't know what it is but I didn't like it.

I got up from my chair and walked to the only place I could find peace, the shower. I striped myself of all clothing, leaving them wherever they landed.

I poured myself some scotch and pulled a cigarette out from my drawer. I liked when my showers were cold, the sting of it did something for me and it was just what I needed.

I took a huge swig of the scotch, relishing in the burning sensation it left behind in my throat. I lit the bud and sat bare at the bottom of the tub, filling it to the brim.

By the time the cigarette was finished, the calming process had started and this bath would finish it. In one go I submerged myself, taking away all forms of air, I opened my eyes and stared blankly at the lights above through the water, my eyes burned but I didn't care.

I can't say that I wasn't bothered by the fact that I was different, I'd always gotten bullied for it. The fact that I could shove another kid down, bruising their hands and knees and felt nothing, all I did was watch as the kid squirmed from pain.

It bothered me but I liked it and eventually my messed up brain began to love it, I didn't cry much as a child either, I thought everything that happened was just a result of consequences, the burn in my lungs set in and intensified quickly, bringing me back to reality.

I jumped forward and grabbed onto the side of the tub, gasping for air. A cough reverberated forward, echoing off the walls of my empty bathroom, the remaining fluid left in my lungs came through my nose and it burned like a mother fucker.

A sinister laugh escaped before I could stop it. I'm crazy! I laughed even louder. This was what? the tenth time I've tried this week, stupid of me to think it would work, life didn't play like that. It never did, maybe I was just a coward toying with life and death like a betting game.

I got out of the tub and attempted to dry myself off, droplets of water soaked the sheets when I laid down.

I thought to myself, today I was pretending, the way I behaved with Romana, I knew how to act around people but I needed to test her, if she was to be in my space for the next couple of months she better be ready for anything.

No one knew the real me nor did they know the real demons I possessed. What goes on in the dark, remains a secret for me and my shadows. If light were to ever be shone upon them I'd be too vulnerable, too exposed. A situation I will never let myself be in. Ever.

Not even for this woman. She wouldn't get to me like the last one did I wouldn't allow it because I'm afraid I'd only do worse, much worse.

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Kinda dark 🌑 😅
Hope I didn't go overboard. Anyways hope you like it.

Edited 17/5/2023