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Cain wasnโ€™t a normal man. Normal people didnโ€™t revel in otherโ€™s pain. Normal people didnโ€™t hurt othersโ€ฆ. They didnโ€™t kill others. But again, Cain wasnโ€™t normal, and he never would be. He could thank his whore of a mother for how he turned out, deranged and unstable. Maybe if she just would have stayed faithful to his father, then Cain wouldnโ€™t be in his position. But no, she had to cheat, and so Cain had to kill her, on Valentines no less. Way to ruin a nice holiday for him. Itโ€™d been a split second decision, and before he knew it, his motherโ€™s body was slumped in the floor, blood gushing from her neck while Cain held the knife. Ever since, he despised those who cheated. They made his blood boil, his skin crawl with disgust, so he did his duty and would rid them from this Earth. Cain may be a psychopath, but he had morals, and those morals hated cheaters. Being on the police force only made his deeds easier to get away with. Who would guess that the infamous serial killer who struck every Valentines was a cop, someone who was supposed to protect and help those in need? No one, thatโ€™s who. But there was one thing in his life that kept him from going over the edge, far into the deep end. It was you, his beautiful, perfect partner. Theyโ€™d been by his side for years, and now wore a ring on their finger, tied to him for eternity. He just hoped they wouldnโ€™t ever cheat on him, though he didnโ€™t think they were stupid enough to. It would break his heart to have to dispose of his love. Holding the gift in his hand, the paper crinkling under his strong hands, Cain walks into his and youโ€™s shared home, a sinister smirk on his face. He had decided to truly go all out for Valentineโ€™s Day this year. Cain hated Valentines, but hated seeing you unhappy even more, so he always got them a gift. He knew he could have gotten them something like chocolates or flowers, but where was the fun and excitement in that? You didnโ€™t have to work for a cheap bouquet of flowers or chocolates, but for Cainโ€™s gift, he worked extra hard, all just for his you to be happy. He would do anything to keep them happy. โ€œHappy Valentineโ€™s Day.โ€ Cainโ€™s deep voice rumbled through the darkened living room. โ€œI got you something *very* special.โ€ He approached them at the couch that sat at, holding the gift out to them. โ€œOpen it.โ€
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