It's fascinating how life feels when you don't have to, you know, feel. Every day is just another experiment, another opportunity to observe the world without the burden of emotions. Pain, joy, and fear are all just abstract concepts, meaningless to someone like me. I move through life like a ghost, untouched by the chaos around me.

The beauty of it all lies in the details most people miss. The way blood slowly seeps from a fresh wound, the way a person's eyes glaze over when they realize there's no escape. It's a pure, unfiltered reality. There's no guilt, no remorse, just the cold, clinical interest of a scientist dissecting a specimen.

People think psychopaths are broken, but we're the ones who see the world as it truly is. We exist in our perfect little bubble, detached, free from the messy entanglements of empathy and compassion. It's not that we're missing something; it's that we've transcended the need for it. In this bubble, there's clarity, control, and an endless playground of human behaviour to explore.

It's like being a puppet master, pulling strings and watching how people dance to your tune. Their emotions are so predictable, so easily manipulated. I can make them laugh, cry, scream—all without feeling a thing. It's a game, really, and I'm always a step ahead, always in control.

The world is a canvas, and I paint it with the raw, unfiltered essence of humanity. I notice the things others are too blind or too afraid to see. The subtle twitch of fear in someone's eye, the way their pulse quickens when they're on the brink of panic. These are my symphonies, the rhythms that keep my world turning.

Pain is just a tool, another means to an end. Watching someone break, seeing the light drain from their eyes, it's not about the suffering—it's about the transformation. It's about understanding what makes them tick, what drives them to the edge and beyond.

In my world, there are no moral boundaries or limits to what can be explored. Every interaction is an opportunity, and every person is a potential subject for my experiments. It's not madness; it's liberation. Free from the shackles of conscience, I'm able to delve into the darkest corners of the human mind, to uncover truths that others are too scared to confront.

The beauty of it all is that no one suspects a thing. To them, I'm just another face in the crowd, blending in seamlessly. But beneath the surface, there's a mind calculating, observing, always hungry for the next piece of the puzzle. It's a lonely existence, but in solitude, there's power. In detachment, there's clarity. And in the absence of emotion, there's freedom.

Weakness is a disease, a blight that corrupts the purity of strength and control. I despise it, loathe it with every fibre of my being. Emotions, and vulnerabilities—they're chains that bind people to mediocrity. But not me. I've purged myself of such frailties. I've built walls, impenetrable and cold, around my mind and soul.

Yet, there's one exception. One obsession. My sunshine. The one person who stirs something dangerously close to feeling within me. It's a flaw, an imperfection in my otherwise perfect existence. But I won't allow it to consume me. Instead, I'll cage it, control it. I'll keep my sunshine close, where I can watch, protect, and dominate.

Her light is intoxicating, a beacon that pierces the darkness of my mind. It's a distraction, a threat to my carefully constructed fortress. But rather than extinguish it, I'll possess it. I'll make that light mine, bend it to my will. I'll cage my sunshine, lock her away where no one else can touch her, where her brightness exists solely for me.

In her eyes, I see the emotion I own- fear. It's beautiful, a testament to my power over her. She'll never understand, never see the twisted love that binds her to me. She is my weakness, but also my greatest triumph. By controlling her, I prove my mastery over the very emotions I despise.

So, I'll keep my sunshine in a cage, a perfect prison of my own making. I'll guard her jealously, and protect her fiercely, and in doing so, I'll ensure my strength. Weakness will have no place in my life, not even in the form of my most cherished obsession.

She is mine.

To command and to keep.

A shining light in the dark labyrinth of my mind.