Lennie had never been so angry before.
She was sneak attacked by someone who was supposed to be a useless slave and an ignoble worm. When they first met, Elena was such a helpless love-brained moron. She was in love with a piece of garbage like Cory, and she let a man manipulate her life.
Lennie despised such women. She thought that all weaklings should just go die and she should never have sent Elena away in the first place.
That night, when Elena knelt under her feet, Lennie admitted that she was overwhelmed by the pleasure of power. Elena begged her like she was already the Queen of Supreme, and she just enjoyed the feeling of deciding someone else’s fate.
“What the hell,” she thought back then, “Look at her. She was such a pathetic lowlife. Even a bedbug could have a better life
