Evil eyes on

It's not like I don't know, that I am fucked up. Because I am.

I won't be offended if you call me Psycho.

Hell, I know I am crazy.

I am damaged beyond repair.

But do I hate myself?

No. This is me and will always be like this. I get what I want.

And this time also, I will get what I want.

Iris Brooke.

My princess.

Mine.

I have waited long, but now it's time she becomes mine.

And I bet this time I won't miss the aim.

Smirking, I look around the airport waiting for the woman, who helped me escape the hell hole called prison and bring me here, close to my princess.

Though I could have reached her sooner, fucking Jacob Sterling is hell-bent on searching for me. Because of him, I had to keep myself away, from my princess.

But now no more waiting.

Tapping my feet, I was waiting for the woman of the hour to arrive, and here she comes, wearing a classy off-shoulder red dress.

After picking me up from the airport, she left me at a motel. Telling me she is doing work to bring me closer to my