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As The Groom prowled the dimly lit halls, his footsteps reverberated with a sense of purpose. The flickering lights cast eerie shadows across his face, accentuating his maniacal grin as he continued his relentless pursuit. His voice cut through the silence, carrying a twisted mixture of devotion and madness.
"Oh, my darling, can you hear the wedding bells?" he called out, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Our union shall be the stuff of legends, an eternal bond woven in the fabric of time itself. The world will witness the grandeur of our love!"
His words echoed, swirling in the cold air as he moved through the maze-like corridors. The Groom's voice was laced with an unsettling tenderness, as if he believed his twisted reality to be a romantic fantasy.
"Imagine, my love, the beauty of our wedding day," he continued, his tone filled with a fervent longing. "You, resplendent in your pure white gown, walking down the aisle towards me. The joy in your eyes, the promise of forever... it overwhelms me."
His voice caressed the darkness, wrapping around the echoes of forgotten screams that haunted the asylum. The Groom's obsession had taken hold of his mind, distorting his perception of love and devotion into something grotesque and terrifying.
"I shall be the perfect husband, my dear," he proclaimed with a chilling certainty. "I will cherish you, protect you, and provide for you. Our home will be a sanctuary, and I will be the rock upon which our family stands. We will raise our children in a world of love, shaping them in our image."
The Groom's voice carried a twisted sense of paternal pride, as if he could already envision the life he believed awaited them. It was a delusion born from his deranged mind, a dark and distorted version of love that sent shivers down your spine.
"Can you hear their laughter, my love?" he whispered, his voice both haunting and seductive. "Our children, playing in the halls of our paradise, in our home. Their innocence, their purity... it shall be our legacy."
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