I stay in his mind.
As much as it sickens me
to be close to him, to feel what he feels, I am intrigued by him.
He is human, but lacks
humanity. While he feels emotions, they are almost alien in their intensity,
and it is shocking how limited they truly are.
Anger.
Hatred.
Envy.
Lust.
Oh, lust is the worst.
It burns in him. It is
not a yearning for a companion, but a quest for physical satisfaction. He does
not want a lover, but a living, breathing sex toy that he can use at his will.
His fantasies are
horrifying, crude and cruel.
Women, men… it doesn’t
matter.
All that matters is that
they suffer at his hand.
All that matters is that
he can control them.
Dominate them.
There are two girls in
particular that he seems to fixate on.
He never speaks to them,
but watches.
He hates them, but he
wants them.
Amy and Dina.
One of them looked
familiar.
Amy.
I had seen her picture,
read her name.
She was on the list.
She was in the game.
If he wanted her so
badly, why would he give her a death sentence?
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