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I see your monsters, I see your pain. Tell me your problems, I'll chase them away. I 'll be your lighthouse, I'll make it okay. When I see your monsters, I'll stand out so brave and chase them all away He finishes strumming his guitar, and now he's looking directly into my eyes. I don't know if it is because of his power or not, but I feel my whole system is calming down whenever I am with him, even though he also betrays me.

"And next time… don’t come pick me up at such late hours." Feeling deflated, I let out a quiet "Ok." I thought that was the end of our conversation until, just as I stepped out of the car, a whisper, barely louder than the wind, brushed against my ear. "Because you were wronged." … "They’re all mean to me." "I won’t be." "Then will you stand up for me?" "I will." "What?" "I’ll stand up for you. No matter when, no matter what—if you need me, I’ll always come back for you."

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

Mike tried to say. "Don't you get it? I don't deserve to be helped, I'm a monster." he said amidst tears, he can't stop himself from crying. He just couldn't, he had hurt that innocent girl. He doesn't deserve to live, "I'm a monster," he kept saying repeatedly, Maria couldn't stop herself from breaking down. She can't bear to see her son like this, It was breaking her heart. Chris kept screaming and shouting at them "Mr Williams I need your help, I need you to hold him for me while I sedate him" Mike said.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You like this? You like me playing with your ass as I fuck your cunt?” “I hate⁠—“ “Again. Beg me again,” he taunts, playing with me, every part of me full of him. “Please! Let me come!” “Good girl,” he says and slams into me, not holding back this time, taking me over the edge, the pillow muffling my scream as I come so hard, I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking breathe. When the world rights itself again, blood throbs against my ears and my breath comes in pants. Nicholas is saying something, sounding self-satisfied while massaging my scalp. I blink my eyes open to find him looming over me as I lay flat on my stomach, utterly spent.

Kylie’s voice rang again, sweetly coated in concern that only I knew was venom beneath. “Please, someone stop her before she kills him!” The man was still staring between me and his son, torn. He glanced at the boy’s chest, rising and falling again—shallow but rhythmic now. The color was slowly returning to his face. The woman who’d thrown the object stormed toward me, hair flying, tears in her eyes. “You monster! What did you do to my nephew?!” “Lady, stop!” I snapped, finally standing. My hands were stained red from the blood on my forehead, and my breathing was shallow from the pain, but I refused to back down.

I wanted to say I was sorry. But the moment I opened my mouth, I started laughing instead. My laughter was sharp and grating, like nails dragging across a chalkboard. The steel needles churned wildly in my brain. The pain overwhelmed me, and everything went black. The memory cut off. The comments exploded. [He's already this vicious at seven. If he's not born bad, then what is he?] [Just get rid of him already. People like this are nothing but trouble.] [Being a single mom is already hard enough, and she ends up with a kid like this. Even I feel bad watching it.]

I pulled his hand toward my chest, letting him feel the steady, frantic beat of my heart. "We’re writing a new story now, Julian," I said, my voice barely a whisper over the sound of the waves. "In this story, the monster saves the queen, and the queen... she shows the monster that he was always a king in disguise. You're in every chapter from here on out."

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"I must have lost my mind when I met you I must be crazy to want your twisted love What can I do? You are perfectly imperfect for me I fell in love with a monster That drags me to hell with every step it takes I want your twisted love I want your kisses that burn like hell Did I lose my mind? I must be crazy to want your love What did you do to me? Why do I think irrationally? A monster... that's what you are A prey pretending to be a hunter... that, that's me You manipulate me so easily... how pathetic I am! I want your kisses, monster I want your twisted love, monster Are we both sane!? We don't give a damn about our toxicity because we are perfectly imperfect together Love me with your tw