Stats:
17 – number of times I’d been called some form of cattle or sheep or a cat
8256 – times I tried to convince myself I was not developing feelings for my executioner
8254 – times I succeeded in convincing myself I was not developing feelings for my executioner
2 – times I failed at convincing myself I was not developing feelings for my executioner
Fuck me
Things were beyond complicated. I was a rational human being, so logic dictated that you do not fall in love with a man who constantly reminded you he was going to kill you.
The problem was, his d**k was so good at helping me forget logic. He made me feel for him.
The saying is you can’t help who you fall in love with, but really? Did it have to happen with a psychopathic killer?
Though I didn’t think it was quite love, but…
