Vile of Idèe Fixe

I thought my life was perfect-
A good job. Loving parents. A caring brother. Wonderful friends. A boyfriend who adored me.

But everything shattered... all because of my job. All I did was do my job..

Now, I'm trapped.
Even in my final breath, *they* will be there-like shadows clinging to me, refusing to let go.

They look innocent. Beautiful. Untouchable.
But their faces are only masks hiding what they truly are.

Obsession. Lust. Madness.
And me-caught in the middle.

*"You'll never see the trap until you're too deep to crawl out."*
*"Your pulse under my fingers is the sweetest confession."*
*"My touch will stain you in places no one else can see."*

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