DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEW
I knew pain, I lived it, breathed it. From the moment I knew what it was to be alive, pain was a constant in my life. It was why I killed at such a young age, why I chose this path, but watching Sabine, my wife, as she worked on my arm, cutting through the blood-soaked sleeve of my shirt, I hated the look of pain on her face.
I wanted her to smile no matter what, to look at the world joyously as I kept away the demons from her life, so the thought of her frowning as she currently did had me fighting my anger at the boy, if he had not died already, I would peel his skin like an orange.
"This will hurt," she whispered
"I am used to pain," I said to her, and she looked up at me with tears in her eyes as though she was bothered for me
"You shouldn't cry, baby, n
