PROLOGUE

⭐WARNING⭐

This book contains a dark and mature theme, including swearing and murder and a crazy character.

⭐PROLOGUE⭐

{Pyschopath}

A Psychopath is traditionally someone with a personality disorder, characterized by persistent antisocial behavior, empathy, lack of remorse and other egotistical traits.

Fang Cross claimed to be just that. A man with a diabolic plan. You see, he was a killer- a natural born and I was just the plain follower. He made me feel like his plans were modest, and slowly I began to think so too. I always thought I was the normal one, but he made me feel otherwise.

From the moment our eyes met, I had a feeling we would get along very well. He needed me, and I needed him to take me out of the hell he'd put me in the first place.

⭐STORY EXCERPT⭐

I raised the knife slightly above my head ready to strike down at the sleepy figure on my bed. I glared at him, watching as he slept peacefully not even giving the world a care during this blissful moment of his.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, I aimed to strike only for the blade to stop midway in the air. A tear ran down my cheek. I'd been doing this for the past three minutes and I couldn't even lay a single scratch on him.

"Why can't I kill you?" I asked no one in particular. So it gave me enough reason to be shocked when a reply actually came.

"Because you can't." He replied sleepily. Javier stirred around on my bed. Even though his eyes were shut, I knew he was already fully awake. Finally, he opened one eye and when he saw what I was holding, opened the other.

His gaze narrowed on me. "Kana, what are you doing?"

"The same thing you've been trying to do to me." I said in a beat.

He raised a brow.

I continued. "George told me you knew about my kidnapping and that you told him you didn't care what he did to me."

Fang chuckled, sending a bad vibe down my spine. "What makes you think I'd say that?"

"I don't think. I know. " I replied like it were the most logical explanation to give.

He sighed and tried to reach out to me, but I drew back. "Don't fucking touch me."

"Put the knife down, Kana."

"No." I said firmly.

"Put-"

"I SAID NO!"

If he was shocked by my sudden outburst, he didn't show it. Instead, he sighed again and straightened up on my bed. "You and I both know hurting you is not my agenda."

I shook my head. Liar. He was at it again, trying to say things that would coax my mind, make me feel like I was someone special to him and I was not. He only viewed me as a tool to be used when he deemed fit and if he no longer needed me, he'd dispose of me.

"Stop lying." My voice was weak, and shaky. Sounding like a whisper. I hated it. Hated how weak and cowardly I sounded. Hated the fact that he had to see it every fucking time. "I hate you."

"I know." He reached out to me slowly and rested his hand on my hair, stroking it gently. "I know you do."

His other hand shoot out and reached for the knife in my hand. Foolishly, I let him have it. He threw it halfway across the room and I was left harmless.

"Don't you just hate it when things dont go your way, Kana?" He pulled him closer till I was sitting on his laps, his hand still on my hair. He twirled a single strand, his icy blue eyes digging into mine.

Then, like a flash, his hand traveled down to my neck. A malicious grin planted itself on his lips as he pushed me down on the bed and laid atop me. I tried to struggle against the steel grip on my neck but to no avail. My body was becoming weaker and my eyelids droopy.

It didn't take long before I eventually passed  out.

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