There's a certain degree of danger that makes the drug addled and insane more exciting.
I once had a fling with the neighborhood heroin whore, and when she showed up on my front lawn dressed only in curtains, wielding a chef's knife, whirling like a dervish, screaming that I had to come home to "our children", it was a definite rush.
I'm not sure my wife and real children would concur, but as they say "your mileage may vary".
That’s one horrific image.. YIKEs>>!!!