hybristomaniac

I feel a longing to be by your side. In your cold, concrete cell: I could be the warmth and light you’ve been craving while you be my darkest desire. A little servant to service your whims. Regale me with the stories of your crimes while I curl up next to your cot. Tell me how you felt and what they looked like when you killed them. What you did to them after and what you wish you did differently. How would you kill me, my darling murderer? Please, tell me the gruesome mess you would make of my flesh.

As I lay here and picture the inside of your mind, I can only assume the depth of your darkness. How far down it must go for you to commit such acts of utter violence. Oh, the draw I feel to your miserable tendencies. It crashes over my psyche until I feel the bone-crushing force of what must be my own sickness taking hold. Dearest killer, please think of me.