Page 26 of Psycho Pack

Her scent fills my nose.

Honeysuckle and light.

Smells like summer.

Like hope.

My sun.

The Knight's blood mingles with her sweetness.

Thick. Oily. Wrong.

All so clear and sharp without my mask.

My face feels exposed.

Need my mask.

Can't stand being seen.

At least she can't look at me while she rides on my back.

But she did look at me.

Touched me.

Kissedme.

My chest tightens at the memory.

Her lips were so soft against my sharp teeth.

Delicate flesh meeting jagged bone and exposed muscle.

I tasted copper on my tongue.

Her blood.

The thought makes bile rise in my throat.

I hurt her.

I will always hurt her.

Just by being what I am.

Monster.

Freak.

Thing.

The tunnels branch and twist.

Water drips from crumbling stone.

Each droplet echoes, marking time as we descend.

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