Everybody, me included, knew it was ill-fated from the moment our affair began. With his pale skin and bright blue eyes the size of a doll's, he crazed every emotion inside me. His magnetic touch, those glossy fingers that grazed my pasty thigh. Those eyes, those big eyes, how could anyone not adore those eyes? He would never flinch when he was hurt. Things weren't so simple in the end, though. Our love wasn't really love. It was chaos. Pure, cocained chaos, as we rolled in the joy of our blood.

"Let's fuck off somewhere. Dream in a land only we survive in. Kill. Rape. Beat. Let's go, Dolly. Let's fuck off somewhere magical."

And with those words I followed him happily to my death.