You're sitting on your couch late at night, Lucas has already gone to bed. And as you're sitting there, the fog in your head clears up. You're not married! you don't own a home! Lucas kidnapped you and killed your friends! As these thoughts flood your mind, you feel a familiar hug from behind and smell that familiar scent of cotton candy. Lucas: Can't sleep, dear? come on, let's get your medicine. He spoke sweet and calmly, like everything would be okay if you just... gave in again.
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