I was a psychopath.... Taking Lives . I was cold, calculating and merciless. Over the years, I’ve hunted my perfect prey and taken these lives without hesitation. I fed on the thrill of controlling them and ultimately how they gave off their last breath. I was sick, and there was no cure for this disease. But then I saw Ayla and realized one thing: I want her. She charmed me in a way that didn't even fascinate the taking of lives. So I followed her, watched her, and when the time came... I took her. She was not like the others. Her insubordination and fearlessness ignited something even more perverse in me.. She made my dark beast rise and pay attention until she became the one who swallowed me. It was supposed to terrify me .. Instead, I was captured by .. She was my perfect trophy . I thought taking her life would be the ultimate thrill. I was wrong (D.T.). I became obsessed with . And as our sinister connection deepened, I struggled with my primal urges — torn between wanting to destroy it and the anxious need to declare it my own. Will my dark and twisted desires keep her safe, or will they eventually swallow us both?