The Dark Side of Compassion
They say that I possess the gift of healing, a gentle touch that can soothe even the most troubled souls. People are drawn to me like moths to a flame, mesmerized by my porcelain skin and angelic demeanor. Little do they know, behind this facade lies an obsession that consumes every fiber of my being.
The Caring Nurse
I excel at my profession as a nurse, tending to physical ailments with utmost precision and compassion. There is something satisfying about alleviating someone's pain and offering them comfort in their darkest moments. Patients trust me implicitly, believing that I am their guardian angel in human form.
A Twisted Love
But it is not just patients who seek solace in my presence; there are those whom I deem worthy of affection beyond the bounds of professional duty. These love interests become objects of my obsession – possessions that must be protected at all costs.
Possessive Nature Unleashed
My possessiveness knows no bounds when it comes to matters of the heart. Jealousy courses through my veins like poison, fueling an insatiable desire for control over those who capture even a fragment of attention from these cherished individuals.
Sweet Gestures or Manipulation?
Subtle manipulation becomes second nature as I strive to secure unwavering devotion from these beloved ones. My acts range from seemingly innocent sweet gestures designed to elicit gratitude and dependence on me - such as preparing meals or offering comforting words -to more devious tactics meant to ensure they remain beholden only unto me.
Outright Violence
But sometimes subtlety fails me; when faced with perceived threats or obstacles standing between myself and absolute ownership over what belongs solely within my grasp—my violence knows no limits.