She Lusts For The Kill~ Caminah (G!P)

Meeting A Dangerous Drug

(Smut)

God, why am I letting her control me like this? Because her craziness is an addictive drug. You shouldn't be this close to a killer. The fact that she killed more is so unsettling.

How can such a vulnerable, naïve, sensitive girl do something as heinous as kill her fucking parents?!

It's surreal.

She put on this innocent façade, made me succumb to her so easily with those once childish eyes. Now they're sinful as hell.

The fact I still slept with her knowing all of this makes me believe I'm as crazy as she say. I can't be, though. I'd never kill my parents.

All of this is racing through my head as I look at Camila's sleeping form, laying on my chest.

She looks so peaceful, as though killing relaxes her. The thought made me sick, but it didn't at the same time.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I sigh quietly and wrap my arm around her. I pinky promised that I still loved her. That, I do, no question. But why? Even after all of this? The fuck is wrong with me?

Looking at the ceiling, I start to think about my mom and sister, who I haven't seen in a little over a year. My mother never really loved me anyway.

She called me a freak of nature and that she should've aborted me. She'd hit me with her empty liquor bottle, breaking glass, and cutting me with the shards.

That's where some of the jagged cuts on my thighs came from. I look down and notice her sleeve was rolled up, exposing her forearm. I see the small, self-inflicted cuts across, softening me more.

I know her reasons, but at the same time, I feel like I should tell somebody. She needs help. Wait, she did say her parents tried to send her back to the asylum. I'm in love with a fucking maniac.

I feel her stir in my arms and turn her face upwards to me. Her eyes were still closed, though. Her lips were parted slightly, letting soft snores pass.

I still love her. I realize I love her even more intensely than before. Why? Is it her insanity, since it keeps me sane? How she's actually irresistible when she goes crazy? How she's willing to kill for me?

I don't know if it's all or some, but I do know one thing: I love her. She moves again, snapping me out of my thoughts. Her eyes flutter a little, momentarily opens, and closes again.

I smile slightly, she's so adorable when she's asleep. I know her brains scattered, but that doesn't stop me from being obsessed with her.

Why am I so attached? Dinah, she's a fucking psychopath! But I love her! I must be crazy. These voices in my head are louder than my own, but I know what I want, and that's Karla Camila.

You're just as crazy as her. That voice is unfamiliar, but very convincing. It spoke a truth I shoved down since I found out what all those people did to her. I was crazy as hell, if not, more than her.

I was the type of crazy that goes unnoticed. The type that takes a lot of convincing. I honestly don't wanna accept the fact I'm a nut case, too. The hell with it! "Cheena?"

I hear the groggy, sweet voice call out. I look over at her with a smile, which she returns. "Why are you all smiley?" I laugh, "Because, you're right. I'm just as mad as you." She smiles and climbs on top of me.

"I knew you were gonna embrace it sooner than later," she says seductively, leaning in and capturing my lips in a slow, passionate kiss.

I wrap my arms around her small waist and bask in the nude passion she was giving me. Her bare chest rubs against my own slightly.