Prologue
Damian
What does it take to drive a man insane? It’s an interesting question that crossed my mind the other day. Some say what I do is pure insanity, but I merely see it as an art form. It’s the only sort of medium I can fully and freely express myself in full glory. Is it a bit risky? Yes, especially considering my societal status. Being the CEO of a company doesn’t mesh well with being a serial killer, but I digress. Back to the main question.
Today as I stroll down my usual path to get my morning cup of americano, I lay my eyes upon the answer. Her chocolate brown hair, dancing through the slight breeze of the early hours then resting down her slender shoulders. The blood-red lipstick on her lips, contrasted with her pearly white teeth when she showed her angelic smile as she talked to her friends. She had a face more suited for a succubus. One look she could drive any man mad, including me. And I thought I couldn’t get any madder than this.
Her presence brought something animalistic in me, that I was more than willing to explore. An emotion so strong, the sheer invocation of her name made my breath heavy.
Stephanie Willson, 24, works as a writer for a magazine, has a bachelor’s degree in journalism, spends her time reading young adult novels and frequenting the local malls, and has a pug named Edgar, after her favorite poet. Delightfully for me, she has a taste for darkness and mystery. She’s been a part of the same friend group since college. She had no idea who I was, but I already knew everything about her. She met my gaze for a split second before entering the coffee shop, and from that moment onward I knew, I had to make her mine.
Little did she know that from this point on, her life was about to change forever. I was about to turn her into a masterpiece.
We need a button for "red flag guy" lol
Hi, I would love to work with you, but I can't at the moment. If you have an instagram feel free to drop it so I can follow you and look at your work