Page 152 of The Cute Psycho

"Maxim will take you home," he says curtly, yet nonchalantly.

"Vlad... don't shut me out," I plead with him, afraid of this change in him.

"Why would I shut you out when there's nowhere to take you in?" He shrugs.

"What... what do you mean?" I stammer, physical pain and mental confusion getting to me.

"This isn't working, Sisi. Clearly." He smirks, nodding toward the spilled blood on the floor, the corpses littering the entire hall. "You should just go."

"I don't understand," I say honestly. "What isn't working?"

"This." He motions between the two of us, his voice almost robotic. "I kept you around because I thought you could help me with my episodes, but clearly, it's not working."

He's shutting me out.

I can't let him do that. Not now...

"You're not getting rid of me that easily, Vlad. Yes, this was an unfortunate event, but we'll move past it."

"Don't you get it?" He comes closer to me, his breath on my face as he sets his emotionless eyes on me. "You're useless to me now."

I blink. Once. Twice. I keep blinking, thinking I didn't hear him right.

"What... what did you say?"

"You're useless to me now," he repeats, a cruel smile on his face, his fingers wrapped in my hair as he twirls a strand. "I kept you around for one reason, and one reason only. I thought you were the exception to the rule." The corner of his mouth pulls up. "But you're just asordinary as the others," he states, and my hearing dims, my heart thumping fiercely in my chest.

"Stop," I whisper. "Stop before you say something you'll regret," I beg him.

"Why would I regret it?" He shrugs, looking at me as if I were insignificant.

How did it get here? How?

My throat feels heavy, tears burning behind my eyes at his words.

"I love you, Vlad. You have to know that, I..."

"You love me?" He laughs, the sound painful to my ears. "Sisi, Sisi, you really went and did it, didn't you?" He shakes his head at me derisively. "You know I don'tfeelanything. You knew from the beginning that the most I could offer you were a few orgasms. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Stop." I close my eyes, wanting him to stop talking. It's already hurting too much without him twisting the knife even further.

Because he's just breaking my heart, and I'm already physically broken, I don't need him to deliver the last blow too.

"I should have realized you'd confuse my interest for feelings." He purses his lips, looking at me in disgust. "Fuck, I should have realized someone as unwanted as you would latch on to the first person who gave you attention. But love? Wherever did you get that idea?" he asks, amused.

"You're being cruel." My words are barely above a whisper, a tear falling down my cheek.

"I'm being real. You knew fully well who I was, and what I was capable of. I warned you, didn't I? I warned you not to make me into something I'm not."

"But..."

"We should stop seeing each other," he states, looking at me intently, "after all, it's clear that you're no longer of use to me," he says flippantly.

I stare at him dumbfounded, wondering how everything I cared about could go to hell in the span of a few hours.

He has his emotionless mask on and I can't get a proper read on him.

Honestly, all I want to do is beg him to reconsider, tell him I'll do better, that I'll do whatever he wants me to do and be whoever he wants me to be.Just don't leave me.

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