| A Cruel God

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘

I held out my hand, and Lucian placed another knife in my palm. Pedro's eyes grew wide with fear. It was a fucking sight. Nothing got my adrenaline pumping quite like seeing a grown man fear me. The power, the control, it turned me into a cruel fucking god.

A grin tugged at the corners of my lips, then I stabbed the blade into his other thigh. Shrieks of pain. That was all I heard. That was all I wanted to hear. It was like a goddamn melody to my ears.

Blood oozed from the wounds, dripping down his legs onto the floor. The life that pulsed through his veins was in my hands now, and I was spilling it little by little, slowly draining it from what would soon be his corpse.

His screams ceased as he puffed out shallow breaths, his face contorted in pain.