I’ve been watching her. Wanting her. Stalking her.
The shy young woman who works at my favorite coffee shop blushes and drops her gaze every time I ‘accidentally’ brush her fingers with mine.
I want to see those sapphire eyes darken with desire.
I want to know how she smells when the scent of coffee doesn’t permeate the air.
I want to hear her whimper and moan my name.
I learned how to hide my sadistic nature behind a charismatic mask a long time ago.
As a doctor, I know my own diagnosis.
Psychopath.
I don’t feel empathy.
I barely feel anything at all.
There’s only the savage pleasure I find in manipulating everyone around me, forcing them into neat little boxes: emotional cages of my own design.
But with her, my darker cravings hold an obsessive edge.
I have to claim her, own her.
This base desire makes me feel almost human for the first time in my life.
I can’t resist this…compulsion. I can’t resist her.
The shy young woman who works at my favorite coffee shop blushes and drops her gaze every time I ‘accidentally’ brush her fingers with mine.
I want to see those sapphire eyes darken with desire.
I want to know how she smells when the scent of coffee doesn’t permeate the air.
I want to hear her whimper and moan my name.
I learned how to hide my sadistic nature behind a charismatic mask a long time ago.
As a doctor, I know my own diagnosis.
Psychopath.
I don’t feel empathy.
I barely feel anything at all.
There’s only the savage pleasure I find in manipulating everyone around me, forcing them into neat little boxes: emotional cages of my own design.
But with her, my darker cravings hold an obsessive edge.
I have to claim her, own her.
This base desire makes me feel almost human for the first time in my life.
I can’t resist this…compulsion. I can’t resist her.
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