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What I have learned though is the world is not black and white despite the ignorant, naïve fuckers who live by that philosophy. No, it's many shades of fucked up – and I've been in the grey for a long time.
I was already a mess and no matter where I ended up, I was still going to be a mess.
You can dress up a trash can in a ballgown, but at the end of the day, it's still a fucking trash can. Call it a rehabilitation center or whatever they want, but it's still just an asylum for the mentally unstable.
"I'm hurt, little killer."
His favorite saying used to be 'you'll never amount to anything. No one will want you. So, you should thank your lucky stars you have me.'
It's almost like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders, freeing me from the chains. I'm still locked down, but I'm moving.
Her pleasure is my pleasure.
"Oh, God," she mutters breathlessly. "Fuck. Oh, God." "I'm your God now, little killer. And I'm your fucking Devil too."
"You taste like heaven and hell all in one," he muses, holding out his index finger.
"You're mine now," he whispers,
"Your body is my territory, my sweet victory. Together, we'll rule the unhinged, little killer."
I just had sex with Theo in a fucking morgue.
