-includes stories containing supernatural beings, monsters, demons, ghosts and so on..
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warning: may contain triggering/sensitive content such as violence, mentions of blood, gore, depictions of unhealthy attachment...
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It was sickly, well almost. Or perhaps it was already dangerous and he just missed the last opportunity to clutch onto his fading sanity like a lifeline.
He genuinely didn't know. What he did know was that you, adorable, sweet, pristine,angelic, beautiful, ravishing, mystic, alluring, dazzling, misleading, annoying, irritating, a grotesque form of living had dared to reject him not once, but twice.
What did you mean by you didn't love him anymore-that he was a toxic prick?
He wasn't, he swore! He just couldn't help but keep you all to himself. You were highschool sweethearts after all, no one should have the balls to pick your relationship apart, and yet you did, you dissected the dynamic of your relationship, questioned if it was healthy for the both of you, even going as far as questioning if he was genuine with his loving or simply wanted a little trophy to keep by his side.
That night he was so enraged, he could have smashed your head against the doorknob, in the hopes of the handle poking out one of your eyes and leaving you wounded and in his care. But he didn't.
He was unusually quiet, collected, passive even. Itwasn't the first time you tried to escape the grasp of his slimy hands, yet his fangs were far to deeply sunken into your flesh for you, little bird, to free yourself.
"Look at you now, withering and wailing. Didn't take my sweetheart for such a weakling." he laughed, briskly briefing mania, on the verge of insanity swallowing him whole.
He crouched down, the epilogue that played in his head coming to a fade-out as he squeezed your broken chin in his hand, admiring his handiwork, the severed fingers laying in a pool of blood next to your crumpled up body, blue decorating your ribs, while he made sure to crack both of your knees real good.
Ha, maybe he wasn't on the brink of insanity, but was already mad? Could be.
He chuckled again, watching you in your delirious state, sobbing, only half conscious.
"Now Love, what about our relationship? I think this is just right. You love me and I love you. I am just a little itsy bit mad whenever you question that and have to remind you of my undying devotion, right my dear?"
He purred in delight, forcing your head to bob before your world turned blank with the sound ofmetal crashing into your skull.
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