Author's Notes
A quick blurb about Jhin coming to terms with what it means to be psycho. It's all a game to him.
Careless
Oh, the wondrous secrets sex brings. If only they knew. If only they understood how capable and willing my mind is to weave together such a complicated yet sublime tapestry using the golden threads of gore and lust. My dear, what pleases me is nothing physical. Not the makeup, the lingerie, nor even the hourglass body. My pleasure comes from your misunderstanding. How you think I care about how you look, feel, or taste. How you so foolishly mistake me for your typical sane man. You see, I am attracted to your pain, your panic. I crave your screams and I feed off of your tears until I'm no longer starved. Until you become nothing. Nothing but meat and bone. And while I'm shoving you down my gullet I think not of who you once were but rather just how much you satisfied me and how likely I am to do it all again.
The true irony lies in how hard you try to put yourself together, only to have me tear you apart in the end.