BEGINNING OF DOOM II

He saw the look she gave, it was one of pure disgust in her eyes and it kept on replaying in his head disturbing his fucking peace.

He shouldn’t have cared what she thought, shouldn’t have given a damn after all he was a selfish man who did what he wanted when he wanted without caring for anybody else.

But hell he cared, and that was what bothered him the most. If she was like the other women he had come across, he wouldn’t have minded but she was different, too different.

He finally reached a point where he became completely drunk and out of his mind, he threw his glass over to the wall were it broke and shattered into a thousand pieces as he watched the remaining content spill on his expensive floors.