"Only if sorry could fix the shattered mirrors, who can be put back together with effort but the cracks always remain"
CB POV:
I hesitated for a second seeing his pleading figure trembling before my very eyes.
"Stop Smith, this is not the right thing to do to such a poor soul, you have already done enough", deep down a voice echoed in my head.
"Shut up, he is my slave, my property. I can do whatever the hell I want to do with them. They are just lowly manipulative bastards and I have no sympathy for such filthy humans. I care only about my own desires", I mentally shouted at myself.
I closed the distance between me and his trembling figure, eying him with lustful eyes.
"P-please s-s-stop. I-I d-don't wa-n-want t-t-this", he pathetically stuttered before me.
I just gave him my infa
