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"I'm not going insane. This all needs to stop, fucking hell." I said, not really knowing if it was to convince myself or everyone around me.

I heard him shuffling in the background. "I'm not a fucking psychopath-" A sharp sting arose in my neck, accompanied by a burning sensation. The man bent down in front of my chair and his chilling eyes gazed into mine.

"Now have a good sleep, you lunatic."

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