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Her - How do you cope when you find out the person you entrusted your heart to is a monster? A wolf in sheep’s clothing. I did what I thought was the right, logical thing...I ran. Little did I know nothing was ever going to be that easy and he had no intention of letting me go.

Him - The day she left she took a piece of me, hell she took everything I ever was and ever dreamt of being. I've always been a little...different. Inflicted with a chronic need to fixate on things. Who better to fixate on than the woman who stole my heart the moment she quite literally stumbled into my life. I can't let her go and I will get her back by any means necessary. Even if that means destroying us both in the process. She's mine. Only mine. My little love seems to have forgotten that, it's going to be fun reminding her.

 I was nine years old the first time I laid eyes on the woman that would change my life forever. More so, I was freshly nine years old the day I met the boy that would become my best friend, confidant and protector. From the moment I saw him sitting on top of the hood of his car, I knew he was going to be the best part of this whole new family deal. He looked so undeniably cool, his hair such a deep shade of brown it looked nearly black. The only hint of its true color coming from the early morning sunlight, revealing a deep mahogany hue that I thought was beautiful even then. I remember how nervous I was that day, how my heart drummed in my chest.
And I remember the day he left. The day he broke my heart before it had a chance to form fully. I remember the day they died, suddenly my new loving family was gone and he the man that abandoned me… abandoned us was all I had left. 

 When a person faces death they react in all sorts of ways, some cry and grovel. Others sit back and wait for a peace they've longed for their entire lives. I was ready to die when I went home with him that night, I never expected to wake up and face the consequences that come with sleeping with a monster. He's everything I hate, evil and cruel. Laced with venom that infected me from the moment his hands touched my skin. He brings out the worst in me, and I can't escape him.

I'm a glutton for pain, and Olive Hayes is exactly the kind of woman that can hurt me. -Noè

He's the worst kind of man, a murderer. The kind of person who doesn’t feel things. Not things like love anyway, but he says he’s fallen for me. All because we thought the world was ending. - Olive

 People are awful and circumstances, positions, perspectives are always changing. Life is constantly evolving and devolving, rapidly. In the blink of an eye, everything you thought you had, thought you were, is gone. What remains a constant throughout all life's infinite changes? The fact that people are awful. I am one of those awful people, made this way by people that are even more awful than me. I owe a debt one far more valuable than money, one that can't simply be paid in installments with cash. A life debt, but not my life… other's lives. Innocent, unsuspecting lives in the worst ways possible.

Ways that would make your skin crawl and I do it on camera. They call me the Blood Princess, known for taking lives in all manner of horrible ways. A myth online, a legend. Today was like any other, bloody and awful. I did was I was supposed to do; played my part perfectly. Put on the perfect show. Only this time, I underestimated my victim. We all underestimated him. Vastly. He had no interest in being a part of my little show. What did he have an interest in? Once again, changing my circumstances. He calls me his princess. Says I belong to him now. I fear he has more blood on his hands than I. 

 Her- What's worse than needing a life-saving organ transplant as a child? Growing up and realizing your deadbeat dad defaulted on the payments for that organ. He got this heart on loan, and if that sounds like it shouldn't be a thing, you'd be right. It shouldn't be, but here we are. Organ repossessions are on the rise along with the poverty line and I'm desperate to not become another cracked open body in some dark alley. I'm desperate to avoid him… the repo man.
Him- She's gorgeous and painfully easy to find. In any other circumstance, I might have asked her out, fed her, screwed her and then never spoken to her again. Men in my line of work don't stay in the same place for long. Unfortunately for her, I'm the best in the business and I just so happen to be here to repossess her heart. Literally. 

  Her- My life was normal. I had a normal job; a normal boring job and I loved it. It was… comfortable and repetitive until the night I did something different, I went out. Boring stick in the mud Chloe went to a bar with her friends and what started as a fun night turned into the worst of countless terrible ones. Nights that bled into days and hours that became months, pain and suffering without relief until boring stick in the mud Chloe was put up for auction. My threadbare clothes traded for jewels and lace. I was trained and trained well. My fate was sealed, my boring life ripped away by greedy, hungry men. Until the night of the auction, when I met him. My master.

Him- Serpents are known to play with their prey before delivering the fatal bite. As the king of Serpents, I’m no different. No better than the men that proceeded me. I’ll be no different than the ones that follow once I’m bled as dry as my forefathers. She was no different the night I bought her. Her wide brown eyes were eager to please, just the same as many other pets before her. She’s no different… she can’t be. 

 I'm a doctor of the mind, privy to the woes and wants of those on the fringes.
The ones hurting and forgotten. Miserable beings failed by society, their very brains a plague on their souls.
I save them... in one way or another.
The only one willing to take that extra step, I offer something my colleges can't.
Peace.

The authentic kind, one that doesn't hinge on a tiny pill to numb and escape.
I give them what they're begging for.
What they're too scared to give themselves.

I'm good at my job, until Alina Micheals.

Another damaged, aching soul.
One hell bent on testing every boundary, every line drawn in the sand.
Alina doesn't know she's mine to save, mine to fix, mine to unravel.
But I'm the one whose edges are fraying, whose sanity is wavering all thanks to a lovely,
hateful pair of seafoam eyes.

COMING 12/25/25