Dark Charms

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I was a bad person.

A bad person with a bad and sick mind.

I mean I realize what I am and it disgusts me. It disgusts me and I hate myself for it.

I hate myself so so much. What kind of demon am I ?

What kind of sick mind do I seem to own?

It was those words that I thought to myself as I sat at the couch.

Staring at him, watching as his mouth lifted up to a small smile, watched as he readjusted his glasses on his face.

I couldn't really understand what he was saying.

I couldn't understand the meaning. I knew what I was but in a way I just couldn't understand.

I didn't want to understand.

"..Y/N? Are you listening?" He said peering at me.

The sound of the clock on his wall grew louder within my ears.

"Yeah. Yeah I am".

He nodded and made a note on the note pad he was holding.

His body was nice.

His eyes were a nice hazel.

His hair was a nice lazy sprawl on his head. His hair looked soft.

"What are you thinking right now Y/N?" He said glancing up and staring into my eyes.

The words came out before I could stop myself.

"I'm thinking of your body".

He didn't looked surprised at this and made another note.

"May I ask how ?"

I nodded dumbly as my eyes racked over his entire body again.

"I was thinking of your death.."

I took a deep breath. I hated the familiar sensation I was starting to get in myself.

"I was thinking of your corpse and just how much I would want it."

And just like that I had admitted it.

He paused a pondering look on his face.

I felt sick. Sick. I was sick. Sick but it felt so good.

It all felt so good. I wanted it to stop so much.

I was on my feet and panting before he could say anything else. My mind racing in both pleasurable and disgusted thoughts.

It was wrong. But it was right.

"Y/N?" He said his voice seemed gentle as I gasped.

I gasped and I gasped as I gestured to him.

"Make it stop! Make it all stop!" I croaked out collapsing before his legs as I stared into his hazel eyes.

"What do you want me to stop Y/N?"

The words were chocked out.

"Make me stop wanting them. Their dead eyes. Those lifeless bodies. I know what I am. But I don't want to know. Please. PLEASE!"

It was those last words that made Dr Brown internally smile.

The gasping panicked woman before was like a small child.

He felt so delighted.

He really had found the best twisted patient.