Seduction and destruction

47-Psychopath.-Indie

"I'm not capable of normal emotional responses. I can fake them, but deep down, I don't feel emotions in the same way as others do."I look at him , skepticism etched on my face.
"You expect me to just believe you, just like that?" I ask, a hint of disbelief in my voice.

This guy.I demand the truth and he lies.Again.And yet he tells me he has never lied to me.Liar!

Psycho.

I pause, reflecting on the memories of his actions and words.

I  replay everything in my mind, the pieces of the puzzle start to fall into place.

The way he spoke about his past experiences, the instances of extreme behaviour, all of it fits together with what he's confessing now.

No...no...it can't be...

The  mixture of sorrow and realization.

When I think about  back to the times when Ivarsen has displayed an absence of emotion, when he has shown no remorse for actions that would normally provoke a strong reaction. Memories flood my mind, building a case for his confession being true.

The  corpse.

Ivarsen pulled the trigger without any hint of guilt or sadness. The memory of his cold, emotionless expression sends a shiver down my spine.

Psychopath.

Psycho.

Psychopath.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
"The way you pulled the trigger, without a hint of guilt or sadness..." I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
I look at him, resignation seeping into my voice.
"You're a psychopath, aren't you?" I ask, my words laced with a tinge of acceptance.

Psycho.

Psychopath.

A real psychopath.

"Grayson..."As he takes a step closer, I instinctively take a step back, my eyes widening with fear.
"Just...just stay back." I say, my voice trembling slightly.
He stops in his tracks as I back away, his hand held up in a gesture of surrender.
"I'm not going to hurt you." He says, his voice level and steady.

A real psychopath.

A real.

I feel my body tense, my muscles tight, as I register the tension in the air. My heart thumps against my ribcage, the adrenaline rushing through my veins.

I  look at him, my expression a complex mixture of fear, fascination, and realization.
"You are a real psychopath, aren't you?" I say again,my voice a little stronger now.
Ivarsen lowers his hand slowly, a flicker of something crossing his face, though his expression remains largely unreadable.
"Yes, I am." He admits, his voice steady and matter-of-fact.

Oh God.

My fragile facade crumbles as I  hear his confirmation. Tears well up in my  eyes, and I struggles to keep my  voice steady.
"Why...why didn't you tell me before?" I ask, my words choked with emotion I don't want.
He stands there, watching as tears well up in my eyes. His expression softens slightly, but he remains guarded.
"I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to see me differently." He says with a hint of vulnerability.
"No one knows expect you."

I'll throw up.

My legs gave out beneath me, I stumbles backwards until I  hit the ground. I look down.

I can't look at him.

I'm....I...

I feel  fear, sadness, and exhaustion.