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“I’m not crazy!” I screech. I take a deep, calming breath and arrange the smile back on my face. “I’m just passionate.”
You can’t hide from fate. That’s the funny thing about destiny, even if you try to escape it, it will always find you.
Not a single soul passes through the threshold of this house without me casting judgment—determining if evil resides in their soul. As they make their way through the maze of my dollhouse, I watch from inside the walls. They’re all judged. Every single one of them.
“This is why you don’t have friends, Sibel. You’re a freak and everyone can see it. God has seen the illness in your brain and made sure everyone else can see it, too.”
He’s not God’s disciple. He’s Lucifer’s little bitch.
So, let’s set our differences aside for the time being, kill these assholes together, and then you can try and fail to murder me after? Deal?”
“Zade.”
“Every year, they celebrate another year on this hellhole of a planet, as if it’s something to be happy about,” he muses quietly, his voice deepening.
Crazy people are the most interesting people in the world if you’d just let them be who they are. Medicating and drugging people until they’re mindless zombies would make anyone depressed, you dumb bitch.
“Do you think they’re real?”
We found your henchmen.”
“They’re mannequins.”
“All of the men that match the description of your henchmen—they’re mannequins. They are mechanical mannequins that move, but they're not… living.”
Due to the extent of abuse he inflicted on you, we suspect that he caused severe damage to your brain.
“Sibby? What’s going on?” I stand. “Shh. It’ll all be over soon, Dr. Rosie.”
