I’m no angel, and he’s definitely no saint. We’ve crossed paths on the way to hell, and now he thinks we’re going to enjoy the rest of the ride together... I said no. He said yes. I turned him down. He kicked in my door. He told me to stay. I ran as far as I could. I hate him. He adores me. I’m crazy. He’s worse. I want to leave. He won’t let me go. I’m a bitch. He loves me anyway. He’s a killer. I don’t really care. He says I’m strong, beautiful, talented. I say he’s lying. He’s doing everything he can to make me believe it. I’m doing everything I can to resist him. He fights and f*cks as hard as I do, and now...I think I might like him too.