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Chapter 13 Damien
One of my favorite things to do is watch my piranha right before mealtime.
I admire the way he examines the pretty fish diligently, his gaze never wavering. How he never gets impatient or tries to rush the process. Quite the contrary—he appears tranquil. At peace.
Because he knows mealtime is only a few short minutes away.
And even though the other fish might fool themselves into thinking the divider is there to protect them…he knows the truth.
The divider is only there so his food can get comfortable in their habitat and be at ease…right before he strikes.
That’s why he’s so calm. It’s easy to remain composed when you’re the one in control and you have all the power.
It’s easy to deceive others when you know you’ll always have the upper hand.
After Cain pulled the rug out from under me, I used to spend my time wondering why he took it so far.
Why he used me and then turned on me when he was the one person I would have done anything for.
However, as time passed and my obsession with getting even grew, I stopped wondering.
Because I understood.
When someone strips you of your dignity—when they take away your power and control...
When they hurt you so much you no longer register pain.
You’ll do anything to get your humanity back.
Including destroying others…through whatever means necessary.
It’s an intoxicating, primitive feeling, realizing you’re in complete control of someone’s last breaths. That you and you alone are responsible for every last morsel of life seeping out of them.
But you don’t always have to commit murder to kill someone.
You just have to plant a few seeds…and wait for them to bloom.