Prologue

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Niall

          My friends describe me as a sadist – Not because I enjoy to reenacting scenes out of 50 Shades of Grey, no. But yet I enjoyed hurting girls.

I would never hurt them physically; I still have some dignity. I found enjoyment in hurting them Mentally. Girls always liked me, they would feel attracted to me. Maybe it is my charm or the way I make them feel.

It was not all about the sex – Even though this was a great addition. It was more of the thrill I got from the process of getting into their brains.

I would always take my time, never rush the sweet process of getting the girl I want. I would promise them the world and whisper anything they desire into their ears. Then I would wait – I would wait until they were completely in love with me, until I was the center of their tiny universe.

But the part I like the most, is the shock on their faces. The way their glossy eyes turn dull as they try their best to hide their disappointment. The way they walk away, their heads low as they wander away from me.

Maybe I am sick; a cruel bastard. But this is how I get off, I got tired of girls hurting me; so I don't even give them the chance to do so.

You might call it playing with feelings, telling me this isn't right.

But I am a serial killer who suffocates innocent souls without touching them, and this all is completely legal.

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