Confessions From A Psychopath
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He knew that killing her would always be part of the plan. But the guilt that came after, wasn't.
Being the psychopath that he is, Lohr Colton's mind was set to play, kill, and well, to kill some more. To fall inlove? The answer was simple. He never will. But when he saw a girl whose lips were tinted red, it made him think otherwise.
Feelings that were foreign to him came rushing through his veins. But with these feelings also came madness. He was already crazy, definitely. But this, this was different, and before he even knew it, he had already stabbed her with a kitchen knife. And thus came his confessions.
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WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS STRONG TRACES OF VIOLENCE AND MATURE THEMES. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK...
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