• 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐬.
"Well, What can we expect from a match made in hell and a story started at a funeral?"
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• 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞.
A powerful business tycoon. A man, whose mere p...
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𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 -
"Kill him"
Have you ever felt your mind churning with sinister array of methods to rip someone off their body and the undying determination to make them crawl over the floor in utter terror for mercy?
I'm feeling it. Now.
I tried to shake my head to stop my mind from coming up with insane ways to calm the turmoil within me.
"Kill him"
But the twisted thoughts in me coiled like serpents, each way more brutal than the last one, envisioning the sadistic scenarios where the suffering becomes an art form.
In this abyss, the raging inferno desolved the morality and the malevolent glee danced with the demons that lured within.
My mind is like a twisted chessboard, Black and white.
Darkness and light. Sane and insane.
But what can we expect from a man with a Bipolar disorder.
I have Schizophrenia as well.
My mind is fucked up, So is my life.
"Kill him"
Years of practising to mask my duality, years of earned patience to control my demons and years of attended therapy to calm my sinister thoughts. I thought I was okay.
Okay to attend the old man's funeral but this woman who is in my arms is a pure sin. She had to ruin every control I had over myself with her smirks and smiles.
As a child who was forced to grow up, who was mature than my age. How can I be not I've seen a lot and I had to protect my siblings.
The cryptic games, ugly secrets, sinister plans, undying greed and lethal vengeance.
Everything is fucked up.
I carry the darkest of the secrets, the secrets that would destroy so much I plan to fix. And I'm used to the darkness my soul burdened to carry.
No mercy was shown and no one to know.
But my darkest corners of my mind, which I'm trying to lock away since years is being triggered, where, even the character essence seemed to entwined with the most sinister facets of human psyche.
I'm being triggered.
"Kill him"
The screams in my head continued making me grip her waist even harder.
The noise of the crowd, the screams in my head and the sick bastard in my sight made my chest tightened, not allowing me to breath. I can feel myself going short of breath, sweat beads started to form on my forehead.
