“Where do you think you’re going?”
The sound of his voice is undefinable. I could no longer sense any other emotion in his voice. Only hatred and madness directly aimed at me.
I have excused myself in the dining room earlier and I decided to head straight to the kitchen.
The devil somehow decided too, that he will follow me.
Probably anxious of what I am planning to do next. Realizing that my capabilities are beyond his perception of me.
But behind all that, I am completely aware that he finds it difficult to swallow his own pill.
I just want to get back at him. That’s all I have ever wanted.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” I ask back. With the same amount of hatred and madness that he is pouring down on me.
“You’ll call me dumb if I ask you you’re following me, right?” I add
