DIARY OF A PSYCHOPATH

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spun. I swear I have never craved someone so much.

plane paper beneath my fist. It was useless anyway. My eyes roll at the thought of never meeting this man again. But a smile es

ain. "If this is a battle best believe I never loose. Especially to

ratulatory news. My art piece "Ateria Falls" was chosen as the debut center piece for Global arts museum exhibi

to an invisible person, then empty the glass in one gulp. The rare view from my window d

ay? My life's an endowed poetry even shake sphere's unable to conten

he door. "Who'd that be this time?" It wasn't uncommon for me to be tro

f affection doesn't hold a drop of water? Forcing my fragil

's better ke

les, His hand resting his pockets while I take a quick second to scan through his body in loosely fitted shirt. And matching black trousers. Capturing his desira

r masterpiece..." I frown. "This couldn't be sent through a text?". Figuring as a top art curator himself, he probably got firsthand information on w

ssage. He starts my placing the wine glass on the table, loosen his wr

hat I am t

t my cheek and a hot sensation finds it way between my legs. But I act unbot

e whispers into my ears. Flushing

ts and true redemption. I struggle to contain my muffled screams as he fucks me over the counter. Slapping his hardened

uth as I scream out in ecstasy. My vision blurs repeatedly as pleasure drowns my

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