Did he...?
"W-What do you mean. You-You..."
"No need to freak out. Its been long since they have been rotting in hell"
I gasped.
"Y-You killed them!"
Its not a big deal. He has killed more than I can possibly count. But the thought of someone being killed because of me gives me a heartbreak.
"You are inhuman", I whispered dismayed.
Unexpectedly he didn't got furious.
Rather.
"I know", he said "but this is true. I love you", his voice was soft " You might not understand me now but you will one day. I've my reasons to be like this"
Nothing gives you the right to kill someone. All of your reasons are just not enough for this.
"You may hate me now", he wasn't looking at me. His hand was still holding mine "but I promise you. I'll make you love me one day"
Sure in your dreams.
I'd like better to die rather than falling for a brutal person like you.
"Just give me some time till I sort out this mess ", he looked at me, a mischievous smirk displaying over his lips "then we'll have it all by ourselves"
Yeah saying like I've any other choice.
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After the so called 'appointment' with Mr Sandars I was led to my new 'room' by my brand new 'personal assistant'