For a reason, if in the end of it all it mattered, he stayed and observed the women. Cutting herself in some terrible loathing self hating act that reminded him of how he currently felt about himself. But it was all to interfusing. The scene before him stirred familiar feelings in him, to help to stop, to intervene but he didn’t he just watched with some sick twisted sort of satisfaction. Was he getting off on this little display, was he that depraved that blood and the vision of a beauty such as her together seemed to bring his obsessions to another height?
Finally he decided that he just needed to speak up, least she grew angered at his presence for such a long time. She had obviously come out here by herself for a private act. He could have just left, would have been easier but it wouldn’t have cured his curiosity for this white beauty. It might have been the better choice but fuck, he wasn’t in the mood to make the right choice.
He cleared his throat before speaking to alert her to him. “Are you alright miss” he played it off as he had just walked up, smelled her injuries and decided to assist.
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