Raised by criminals, I was molded to fit into a world without morals. And I had never cared about anything until the night I watched a man drop dead at the feet of my little killer. Everything inside me demanded that I take her, possess her—own her. She called to my depravity, and I called to hers.
People like us are monsters, and we shouldn't be worthy of love.
But obsession? Now, that's another story...
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