H-help. I ask you to please do one thing for me. Just help me, please. I-I thought that I loved him. He is a monster. Deep in my heart, I still feel something. But he abused me, hurt me, and he hurt Mark. Oh, Mark. I can't hep but feel bad for him. He is tormented with a demon every day of his life. I know these opposites hate each other, but they fight so much, and it's all because of me. Some simple offered hospitality turned way dark. No pun intended.