I hope it's the scenarios...

I keep telling myself it's scenarios that I'm making. But what if it isn't and she's just faking, taking my trust for granted. I'd hate to have to get crazy and run rampid. Maybe I'm just paranoid, but I always follow my hunch. If I find out I'm right then I'm feeding my demons  lunch. Butchering only the prime cuts. Jugular to Jugular, ear to ear, long ways for results, and no one is going to shed a tear. I love the smell of iron in fear... no wait that's blood, bodies hitting the floor with the sound of a thud. Demons swallow you whole and spit you out riddled with bite marks, cuts, and missing meat chunks. Have you thinking what you did wrong. Don't think to long, they'll dissect you just for fun, and make you part of us when they're done.