Mine to Bruise
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Carter wanted this boy all to himself. This boy, of whom he had his heart set on, was kind, loving, innocent, and adorably childish. This boy was a people's person. Due to his love for all people, especially children, he worked at a nursery. This boy's name was Alsandair.
Carter had twisted intentions for making this boy his. He not only wanted to own this boy; to keep Alsandair to himself; but he wanted to do sick things to him. Carter would do absolutely anything to keep this boy to himself and do as he wished to this boy. He would kill and torture others for this boy, and would not feel a bit of remorse while doing so. Carter was a psychopath.
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