I want to scream at him, Yeah, how do you like it now, you lying piece of s**t? Having no power,being at the mercy of someone who wants to destroy you, to use you for whatever they want andthrow you away after? How does it feel to be every poor person you’ve stepped on or f****d overalong the way?
And yet, as sounds I’ve never heard come out of any human crackle out of him, as his face goes frompink to red to purple, as he hurtles towards death right in front of me, my hand goes to Gavril’s, andinstead of unleashing a lifetime of anger, what I say instead is this:
Gavril stares at me, as if he’s just now remembering I’m there. His face is marred with longing andhatred. “He was going to … you do know what he was going to do to you?”
I nod. “I know. r**e me. Hurt me. Destroy me.” I shake
