"I'm not a ******* villain," he said as he walked down those lonely staircases and out the door
I wasn't a lover,
I was a victim
A serial killer with an appetite for hearts
holding captive his next hostage,
ready to chew her heart and spit it out
May 8, 2012
May 8, 2012 at 10:30 AM UTC
"I'm not a ******* villain," he said as he walked down those lonely staircases and out the door
I wasn't a lover,
I was a victim
A serial killer with an appetite for hearts
holding captive his next hostage,
ready to chew her heart and spit it out
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