Carrying the Beast Child
"Sakit? Oo, dapat masakit! Para maalala mo na ako lang ang makapaghahatid ng tunay na sakit at pagmamahal!"
Her voice was a dangerous whisper, a twisted lullaby of torment.
Every second with her was a torture chamber. Not just the pain in my body, but the war inside my mind—the confusion, the terror, the sick, burning obsession she forced upon me like a noose tightening around my soul.
"Lisandro, after reviewing your symptoms and history, I believe you are experiencing a parasomnia called sexsomnia," my therapist said.
I frowned slightly, signaling her to explain further.
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