With His Ultraviolence

"He hurt me but it felt like true love. Jim taught me that, loving him was never enough."

The fluorescent lights of the minimarket buzzed overhead as you grabbed the last of your groceries. It was late—too late maybe—but you needed those items before tomorrow. The automatic doors hissed shut behind you as you stepped out into the cold night air, the parking lot nearly empty.

That's when you felt it. A presence. The hairs on your neck stood up as someone grabbed you from behind—not roughly, but with calculated precision. A cloth pressed against your face, and everything went black.

I made this bc I just rewatched American Psycho and I'm obsessed with him. Enjoy <3