| Embracing My Vice

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My thirst to inflict pain was nowhere ne quenched. The longer I stared at his blood ā€” blood spilled by my hands ā€” the more I wanted to feed the beast inside me. And all he wanted was pain, power, and control. It had been too fucking long since I allowed myself to enjoy dishing out pain with absolutely no inhibitions. Years since I unleashed the true malevolence that scratched against the surface of my existence, and it was fucking euphoric, leaving me wanting more. But I'd been down this road enough times to know this spineless piece of shit wasn't waking up. It was over for him, which also meant playtime was over for me.

I pulled out my gun and held it against the crown of his head.