Days go by, and Cornelius becomes increasingly possessive and controlling. He forbids me from leaving his side, and from time to time, I can see the madness in his eyes.
I look at him, sleeping by my side, his arms sprawled on my chest. I thought I was using my brain lately, but being trapped here means that it is still not enough. Do I need to be as cunning as Lyrica? As cruel as her, just so I can survive? Is that something that this world is forcing me to do? Someone evil and uses people for their own gain? Is that what is expected of me?
Tears fall from my eyes again. As time passes, I am losing my head and I am afraid that I will lose myself completely, just so I can stay alive.
As my sobbing intensifies, Cornelius opens his eyes. "You are crying again," he comments. "Is being trapped with me so bad?"
