I won't pretend. I knew what I was doing from the start.
It's addictive, you know. The fight, the struggle, the dominance, the control. It's tricky, though. Fickle. A clever little bastard that lures you in and fucks you until you're too far gone to know down from left. And me. I knew better, but the thrill, the potential. It was far too sweet to pass up. It mixed in with everything else. Dissolved until I was used to life tasting this way.
I couldn't imagine it any other way. I guess that was my downfall in the end.
My lack of imagination.
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Road to Nowhere
Mystery / ThrillerMy name is Evelyn Wright, and I am a murderer, amongst other things. Really, what I possess is the specialized skillset of only giving a fuck about 2 things: (1) what I put into my body, and (2) Markus Reigher. It goes without saying that one of thi...
