A psycho is what he really was. One from your wildest dreams. He committed every sin and represented every sin. She couldn't escape. He let no one in, so if he ever did, you couldn't get out. He was a drug. One that put her under forever. Maybe it was a nightmare she couldn't wake up from. Maybe it was the best dream she's ever had. Maybe his addictions exceeded farther than his substances, maybe his addiction was her. To him, she was far more than one of his needles or bottles. She was his addiction, but a different kind. He was her addiction, her only kind.