The community views you as kind and warm, you have a respectful and calm job, you say hello, smile, wave, do everything society deems as normal... But you aren't. You are not normal. Ever sense you were little, you didn't see things as others did... You moved away so that no one would know your a clinical sociopath, but you don't see yourself as such, simply your... Realistic, in your lacking for a better word.

You wave to your neighbors, their daughter, and converse about the weather of all trivial things, with a newspaper tucked under your shoulder, the headline about a missing highschool girl, but as soon as you enter your home you recede into the confines of your basement, pushing away a bookshelf revealing a door bleak, you open it to your, experiment, a simple girl, 19, tied to a chair in a chilling room lit brightly in vibrant red, similar to a snakes terrarium

You are emotionless, she looks up at you scared, her bare skin scratching against the ropes you bound her with, her right cheek swollen with a harsh bruise, tear streaks down her cheeks, a bloodied nose, and of course missing the lower right tooth you pulled...

You turn to the table decorated in tools, and pick up the one of your choosing, she shudders and buckles at your words, "Where did we leave off?" So she turns her head, shakingly