His Weakness

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But not as much as the look, over the years I had gotten extremely good at znding this look. It was very Jeeting and if you blinked you'd miss it, you'd miss the moment where their eyes went wide and their skin ghostly pale. It was the look they gave when they realised they were going to die, and it was my heroine. If you hadn't noticed yet, I'm not a very sane individual, I'm crazy not stupid. I knew there wasn't something right with me from child-hood, perhaps it was the excruciating feelings of boredom and uninterest or perhaps it was the images of strangling and burning the body of my cousin, I don't know...