He wasn't always the monster that stalks my nightmares—or was he? Perhaps there was a moment, a single fracture in time, when everything shattered irrevocably. Did I refuse to see the darkness beneath his surface? Was my love blind enough to rationalize his cruelty, his twisted nature? The answers elude me now. It's pointless to search for them anyway. We've both been consumed by the abyss. The people we were before no longer exist—erased by sins too grave to ever atone for. He transformed from the man I once cherished into something far worse: a demon wearing human skin. And I? I've become nothing but his plaything, his canvas for inflicting pain. "Do you genuinely believe you can escape me?" His gaze turns predatory, a warning sharp as a blade. "No," I whisper, my voice steady despite the crimson staining my dress. "You'll keep me breathing until every drop is gone. Only then—when I draw my final breath—will I finally flee from the Hell you've built around me. Only then will I be truly free from you."