Sick Sweet Venom

His love is not patient. His love is not kind. His love is sick and obsessive, just like mine. I never admitted how much I liked the vile things he did-not when escaping him was the only way for me to live. Leaving destroyed both of us. Now, a ghost from my past has begun reaching out from beyond the grave, creating a trail of corpses that threaten to reveal who and what I really am. All I have to do to stop it is uphold my end of a broken promise. See, a love like ours fed a bittersweet infatuation that ensured together we'd rot, but the day I left there was barely one body instead of two. And someone wants me to keep my word. Till death, do we never part.