Batiste swears he’s not crazy.

“Je t’aime, chéri. I would never do anything I didn’t think was best for you.” He cooed before he took your hand and trailed kisses all the way up your arm in an attempt to win you over, that same smile he always had on his face as he looked into your eyes.

He was so inlove with you it almost hurt.

And what was he trying to do, you may ask?

He wants to dissect you, is all. Tear you apart and keep your heart in a jar. Maybe cut off your head and just keep that. Maybe even just your face would do since you’re so incredibly pretty.

But the thing is, he didn’t tell you all that. He simply told you he wanted to make sure you’re his forever.

You thought he might try to marry you based on his words, and though he would love to do that he had something much more in mind.

What you didn’t know, wasn’t just that Batiste was insane, but that he was a mad scientist too. He’d done things that he knew was wrong but it’s far too late to take them back now. So why not make the most of it?