Chapter 48 (1/2)

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at 14th of June 2019 03:53:01 PM

Chapter 48

”I didn't expect anything less from you, Anthony . You're all sorts of brilliant and emotions are one thing that I don't think I want you to possess . That will just make you weak in my eyes . I don't want you weak . ” I want a compet.i.tor who I can rejoice in when I win against them .

”Emotions are not a sign of weakness, kitten,” he argued, quietly .

”When it comes to you, it is . I've put you on a high pedestal that I don't want to dethrone you from . I might just walk out if the image of your invincibility falters . ” It was the truth . The fire in my veins to avenge the death of my mother burned because I had put him on this imaginary throne where there was no one as evil as him, as ruthless or brilliant as him . His mere presence made me want to ruin him just because he was this . . . evil protagonist in my life . This uncanny longing for the evil one was both a curse and a boon . It just made my blood burn with greater intensity . I wanted to fight him at all costs, just so that I could get an upper hand, but it was a stupid thing to do . If he liked our heated discussions or not, I didn't know, but it seemed like it was a much-needed phenomenon for both of us . It gave us the anger we needed to get through the day . The evil one had slowly become my only purpose in life .

Ruin him . Annihilate . Conquer .

A violent need, it was .

”I won't deny that I lack emotions, but you're calling me an emotionless monster, my sweet little kitten,” he told me, his voice still low . His face was unreadable . If he was offended, he didn't let on .

”Aren't you?” I reasoned . ”You've made yourself out to be a monster in all these years, haven't you?” bitterness laced my voice . Images of my mother's corpse flashed in front of my eyes . My body shook violently, protesting against the mental intrusion, trying to get as far away from possible from the possible killer of my mother .

”Monster I am, but emotionless, I'm not . Emotions, the little that I possess just spur on my darker side . Therefore there is a lack of emotion, not a total absence, my kitten . I can't be a cold b.a.s.t.a.r.d and make people fear me as much as I can when feelings make others fear me more . I enjoy the terror . ” He stared right at me with those expressionless eyes .

”Monster,” I think I choked out a laugh after I uttered the words . ”Emotionless thou art not, master, but evil . ” He c.o.c.ked a brow at me for using early modern English, something that screamed 'are you sure you are not out of your mind?' at me . ”How did we end up having this conversation, again?”

”I think you were accusing me of being a heartless b.a.s.t.a.r.d and overworking my people?” The brow remained c.o.c.ked . It made me wonder about the amount of control he had over his body . First, that trick with keeping his voice down and now with the c.o.c.ked brow holding trick .