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"They warned me to stay away, and I didn't listen. They said he was a lost cause, still, I didn't listen. I got drawn into his darkness, like a moth to a flame. And I burned." *** Cain, a strange name for a rather disturbing individual. He sees things nobody else could see. The monsters in his head. The screams. The voices. The murders. He was schizophrenic. Broken beyond repair. But I revel in the way he was being himself. Dark, unpredictable, exciting. It was mesmerizing. Listening to him talk about stars and moons and galaxies. It was as if he was a normal person. Then he starts talking about monsters and death and love. His very own sick, twisted, love. The kind of love that borders between extreme devotion and utter madness. The way his eyes glimmered whenever I was hurt was terrifying. He's enjoying my pain. I'm scared, but I can't get enough of him. He's bad for me. Extremely bad. He's toxic. And yet, he's a poison I'll always willingly take. *** Warning ⚠: content may be triggering mature content - violence - psychotic episodes - profanities - sexual themes
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