PSYCHO: Shadows of Lost Souls

Psycho is my name, my legacy, my life. There is a thin line between so many things, where I don't know what's right and wrong, up or down, fantasy and reality that I've lost track of trying to make sense of it all.
All I know is when the red juice of Satan falls from a persons body... It feels really good.

"I don't like people, they're mean and cruel and stupid... Oh how stupid they are." He stepped out of the dark in heavy clunky boots that echoed throughout the dim room. "Well it's lucky I am not human then. Come with me, this cell is too small to hold an appetite like yours." She let out a cackle that bounced of the walls making even her cell mate cringe and with that she took his hand and passed through the cell. It's play time.

WARNINGS:
Contains - LGBT themes, Blood and Gore, Suicidal thoughts and probably some other bad stuff so.....
Not for the faint hearted.

ALSO.... This is my first story on Wattpad.