ering wings and quivering eyes. Hypocrit

ed by small creatures. Not only usel

two glasses of Beluga and directed his gaze

ontrol gave me. The feeling of being the one controlling rather than a powerless freak was in

It granted me control, and the ability to shape my world rather than be shaped by it. I couldn't afford to be weak, to let the small and fleeting dictate

in the storm, blown wherever the current

merely a piece on my board. The fear I see i

e their little worlds and turn their lives upside do

toppable and unyielding. L

ping on the Beluga. Naïve. Dumb American. The contract was fake, if she had read it carefully, there was no wor

e to traitors when I was this close to slaughterin

as my queen, the piece that could turn the tide. Sacrifice the weak, outmanoeuvre the pawns, and protect the core. There

my command. The only perso

s clever. I'd give her that. If she had tried to steal it, I would have snapped her neck right then a

t was glorious. Addicting. I could still taste it on my tongue. However, I was not some idiot t

ke that filled the room escape clearin

Judas Romanovski is ready to t

so

, and my eyes wandered to the couch where that little bird was sitting. Something shiny and small caught my eye. What the fuck was that? I leaned forward my fingers

essed with one of these. Note: Buy so

" I smiled maliciously. "Lu

name again?

ng someone as small, soft, and menta

use for her, I didn't really care what happened to her. While she was too beautiful to simply thro

eye. But, when I remembered the look i

t by and watch he

d towards Kyle and gave him a cold gaze upo

g the ash from the ciga

on't be able to kill her. After all, she agreed to become my pawn. So, whether she lives or not, that i

rning that had been lit since two years ago. And nothing would satiate the flames except for his blood. He started this game of betrayal, I'd end it

lms dug into the sill

d meet, and you'd wish

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oy pain, only when I was in the mood, but tonight I didn't either have the p

s motherfucker's life who was too busy shitting his pants and crying like a fucking rat,

rine. Fuck, I should've stuffed his asshole with

yes. "Come on, baby boy, I dedicate my Sundays to

shing a sonata of tears and snot. It looked like a bad rendition of 'Cry Me a River,' except I was not feeling

to a human sushi," I warned pressing the k

he wasn't going to talk, I stood up and threw the knife over my shoulder

ot and blood on his face. His overgrown greasy hair matted to h

and the dickhead was not talking. I opted for a less evil way removed my

must have thought of me as an unhinged a

d the thumb screws. I recently bought it and haven't

I retorted advancing towards Hunter

lted as I studied him. "So, tell

. I smiled, and he shivered more. I must resemble a stray dog that's about to jump on passersby. "Oh, don't be flustered, I

feel hunted?" He sniffled, snot leaking down his chapped lips. I rolled

nd out impatiently thr

voice was not helping

f his tongu

..

? You want to take his place, Kyle?"

back on the table and picked up the knife and inspected it. Papa gave it to me when I tur

nstantly. His body fell on the ground with a thud and I tilted my head staring at his open eyes. Hope w

fucking pathetic. He thought he could sneak into my house and try to threaten me. The fucking audacity. Like I s

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