Psycho Devils (Cruel Shifterverse, #5)

by Jasmine Mas

Yes, my aesthetic was mental illness; no, I didn’t want to talk about it.

“Stop fondling me like a freak. And if you think I’ll act like your slave, then you need to be lobotomized. Actually—” She paused like she was thinking. “I recommend just preemptively euthanizing yourself. Your personality is messy, and I don’t see it improving.”

Normalize gaslighting men.

Each day last week I’d woken up and said my morning affirmation: “I am the victim.”

Mentally, I was a slut. Physically, I was terrified of intimacy. Spiritually, I didn’t like men.

My new aesthetic was cozy, drug-dependent swamp monster. Not to brag, but I nailed the look.

I’d said it before, and I’d say it again: men were deranged, and they should all be shot. On sight. No questions asked.

I’d forgotten that my friend had the endurance of an asthmatic suffering from tuberculosis.