Some people fear the dark others are fascinated by it.
And that second kind represents humanity’s most dangerous delusion.
Serial killers, criminals, abusers…
These figures who should inspire fear have somehow become objects of admiration.
Some women send love letters to murderers. Some even want to marry them.
Others defend them, saying they were misunderstood.
This isn’t romantic it’s a mental blackout.
Why Do People Admire What They Fear?
The human mind tries to understand what it fears, because understanding means control.
That’s why people read about killers, watch documentaries, analyze every detail.
The mind says: “If I ever meet someone like this, I’ll recognize it.”
At first, it’s a self defense mechanism.
But at some point, curiosity turns into fascination and psychology collapses.
Fear stops being informative and becomes pleasurable.
Psychological Deviation: The Erotization of Danger
Some women perceive danger as power.
A serial killer is calm, fearless, and defies society’s boundaries.
When those traits mix with repressed desires, they become “attractive.”
But this attraction isn’t love it’s a mental disorder disguised as aesthetics.
It’s the union of suppressed childhood emotions with a hunger for dominance and control.
In short:
“If I can love someone who could hurt me, I prove I can survive anything.”
That belief is the first step toward loving your executioner a delusion of feeling powerful while destroying yourself.
Philosophical Layer: Respecting Evil
Society tells you to be good, but being good earns no reward.
Evil, on the other hand, draws attention.
So some people don’t openly praise evil, but they respect it.
They call it bravery, freedom, fearlessness.
But that’s not bravery it’s the absence of conscience.
To kill, to manipulate, to dominate none of these are freedom.
They’re just ways of chaining others while pretending to be untamed.
And tragically, some women accept those chains willingly.
Women Who Fall for Killers: The Death of Mind and Dignity
Dahmer. Bundy. Ramirez.
They all received fan mail.
They had fan clubs.
Women called them soulmates.
Some applied to marry them.
And every single one repeated the same lie:
“He’s not really bad. No one ever understood him.”
No.
He killed people.
And you’re trying to justify that act as if it were a form of passion.
That’s not empathy it’s the suicide of intellect.
A woman who doesn’t value herself eventually mistakes abuse for affection.
These women don’t love the man they love their own trauma.
They’re addicted to pain.
They crave humiliation, rejection, invisibility.
And that addiction now feels like love.
This Impulse Is Foolish and a Disease
A woman who admires a murderer, a torturer, a man addicted to violence
isn’t romantic; she’s spiritually decaying.
This “bad boy but he loves me” mentality is the lowest frequency a woman can reach.
And that frequency’s name is not savior complex it’s slave consciousness.
Some women call good men boring and run straight into the arms of danger.
Then they cry, Men are toxic.
No.
You chose the toxic one consciously and you called your self destruction love.
Serial killers are the infected reflection of society.
But the ones who fall in love with them are the echo of that infection.
True intelligence studies the darkness; a weak mind worships it.
Turning fear into knowledge is wisdom.
Falling in love with fear is stupidity wearing perfume.