𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐘, 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠

Madness

He chuckled.

"Darling, this isn't madness. I still need that little push toward the edge. Then I'll be long gone. Like gravity, in a sense. Pulling you slowly but surely toward it."

He caressed you as your eyes widened.

He was already off of his rocker, so how could he go any further? His obsessive behavior was frightening.

"What would push you off the edge?" You stuttered.

He just grinned and pointed at you. You are the source of his madness, in some inexplicable way.

You draw yourself up to your full height and try to get out of his grasp, but he holds you there. He forces you to look into his eyes.

"Do not fear. I am only a push away from the edge. It doesn't get much worse from there."