Loving a maniac

Loving a maniac

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Please, like and comment! What makes a serial killer commit the monstrous acts that he does? We can never get in the head of a murderer to feel it on ourselves, to understand. What's most curious, what happens in the head of a person, who loves a killer. Is it sexual desire? Is it the pure belief of innocence? Is it love? He put the gun to my head. It feels unrealistic, unbelievable. The cold touch of the muzzle of the gun sends shivers down my spine. An odd sensation occupied my mind. I know he will not do this! Or am I wrong? «Are you scared?» He asked while a slight smirk appeared on his lips. «I..i..yeah» I murmured, still pinned to the wall. My heart was pounding so fast, I thought it will explode. I wanted to knock the gun from his hands, hug him tightly, and feel that magical sensation in my stomach, but I knew - we play by his rules and better not to break them. «Good. I like it» He said. Warning: only 18+ (depictions of injuries, blood, intercourse and more)
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"I could kill you," he grins holding the gun to my temple. "I wouldn't be scared," I reminded him. He trails the gun under my chin lifting it, allowing me to look him in the eyes. "No one would know you were murdered by me," he continues making me smile. "I think I might have a gun kink;" I tell him while holding eye contact. "Fuck," he mutters as he smashes his lip onto mine, •••• The crimson colour pools beneath me as I let him twist the dagger that had been living in my heart since the day we had met. Sometimes we settle for the love we think we deserve only because are parents didn't portray it better therefore we think the bare minimum is over the top. ••••

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