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Alyssa

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James is strange, but i believe i love him, at least, i think i do? I'm a virgin. So would i know what love truly feels like? Should i know how i feel about a man I've ran away with? But he seems to enjoy my company, and he seems to have chosen to come with me, but no matter what, he doesn't fight back against anything people have harassed and hurt him. Yet he just allowed it to happen?

I must feel something towards, or else why would i be here now, in a strangers house, with a guy that i barely know.


I want to love him.

To be honest that is what i truly want, to have someone there who i can count on to protect me and keep me safe out here. Or else I'll be alone

In a place i don't even know

Lost.

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James

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Lust, a sin, meaning many things

A sexual desire? no i'm sure that cant be what i'm feeling? i believe

Its probably a different meaning

Im feeling a lust to murder, murder something larger than rabbits and butterflies, I'd say that i've killed more than i can count but that wouldn't be true, i know each animal i killed, when i killed it, how i killed them.

Such as the neighbours cat, i took him in a box to the woods, where no one would know. Where nobody would notice. I opened the box, took the hunting knife my father gave me for my 13th birthday and slit its throat. In a moment where i felt a high amount of dissatisfaction i felt nothing. There was no sound. No cry. No feeling. There was nothing


That was the moment i decided one day i would kill something bigger, i would find the perfect person and kill them and they would satisfy this desire

I chose Alyssa.

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