what a silly human. you seriously had thought that douma was genuine? that he was truthful when he’d said sweet nothings to you? it was laughable to douma how gullible, how shocked you were when you found him in the arms of another woman. “you thought i loved you?” he inquired, voice bordering on hysterical. “i can’t feel emotions, sweetling. i told you the second you ran to me. but you won’t leave me, will you?” his voice dropped to an alluring whisper, a porcelain hand cupping your cheek.