The good thing about being an author is being able to vent your frustrations, right?
Look at them scurrying about full of their self-importance. They have no idea, how I can snuff out their miserable little existence with one snip of my scissors. How I’m the one that maneuvers them about like puppets on a string.
Destiny, they call it, or just bad luck. There is no such thing. Actions have consequences and this miserable little race just doesn’t understand it. They have no comprehension of how insignificant they are.
Take that one for instance. She thinks she’s got away with it…
I smile and tug at her string. She stumbles and swears, even as her feet go where I want her to go. Down that alley, she knows she shouldn’t be.
Her heart beats faster when she hears the noise, feral, menacing, hungry. In the past they called my pets for what they were—hell hounds. In this so called enlightened age, they don’t believe in them.
I pinch my fingers around the thread that hold her life, feel her heartbeat go frantic as she sees the eyes of her killer.
Make it hurt, my pet, make her suffer.
Skin tears, blood arches, bones break, and her dying screams make a beautiful melody.
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