Alvin’s POV
The satisfaction I felt while just yesterday was so fulfilling that I was still reeling with joy from what I’d done.
It felt surreal, the pleasure one could derive from watching another person struggle in pain.
In all honesty, I’d never felt that good about seeing an enemy of mine in distress, but I hated the human girl in a way I’d never hated anyone before, so it made sense that her misery was an endless source of joy for me.
Asides that, the hatred I have for her seems to have been unlocking parts of me that I never thought existed—granted, they're dark and twisted parts but I f*****g love exploring her weaknesses with them and I was nowhere near done with her.
If possible, I wanted to watch her cry blood before I stopped picking on her lousy ass.
A smile spread on my
