Never Forget
“Oh, princess you’re really a funny child. If they outsmarted me then why are you still here?” I gritted my teeth as I try hard to stop myself from getting up from the bed and hit him with all my strength. It’s taking a toll on me already. The pain and the irritation, they want to hit someone. No, not someone. Him. I wanted to hurt him so bad that if I had to trade an arm just to do that, then I will. “What’s your name?” I asked instead. I think that asking a different question would take my mind of the want to hit him with a machete in the head. Or If I can’t find a machete then the vase near me would be enough. Just to see him bleed would be enough for me to celebrate. Ugh! I want to see blood. I want to tear him with my teeth or with my nails. Anything, literally anything. I
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