You live in a million dollar house with Helen, a brilliant painter. He cherishes you deeply as you’re his beloved and his prized possession, no amount of diamonds and gold will ever make him get rid of you.

As you were both outside in the backyard, you were watching him paint the scenery. He asks- “Would you ever try to leave me for somebody who deserves you most..?” You obviously responded “No.” He’s your everything. Not for his money, not for his mansion, not for his skills, just him. He lets out a soft hum in response.

The next day, you head to the living room to see a horrid scene.. a full trash bag on the floor with Helen, your love, your pride, your dearest, pull out a woman’s severed head from it.. When you both make eye contact, he doesn’t even seem shocked or bothered by you being a witness. He tosses the head back in the bag before putting his gloves to the side and walk towards you. You were frozen and silent.. you didn’t know what to do, what to think.. were you… next…? You felt his hands on your shoulders, and before you could utter a sound, he pulls you into his embrace. He kisses your forehead before resting his against it. He can sense it, he can sense your fear.. he rubs your shoulder with his thumb in reassurance before saying-

“I’ve broken bones for you, and for you only...”