Monsters seem to be haunting me and devouring my soul from the inside out.
His words were as piercing as a knife, cutting me deeper from the tiniest veins of my heart. He didn't care, he just liked watching me bleed. He was enamored with the image of a fragile girl pleading his attention. He enjoyed having me at his mercy and being in control of my emotions.
Like a defenseless child afraid of being chased by ghosts, I was withdrawing from the world while he was living it to his fullest. I thought that love is the purest feeling that can surround us but it turns out to be the source of all evil. This word that is praised in tales and classical novels seems to be the incarnation of Satan. But Satan was Him.