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And worse.
I’ll have to see him tomorrow and pretend he never ripped my heart to shreds and then stomped on it.
One person I never expected to hurt me, yet he did, and in such a way I’m still trying to glue myself back together. Although something tells me it’s a useless task.
Fucking never do this again, Jimena. Do you understand? Never cross the line again, or you won’t like the consequences. I have no time or interest in inexperienced and confused teenagers who deem themselves in love with an older man.
Shaking my head as pain travels through my veins, I roll my shoulders back and resume my walk while promising myself to give the performance of a lifetime tomorrow.
Florian won’t ever see how much he hurt me.
How tragic.
Because once upon a time, he was the only one who could truly see my pain and cure it like no one else.
All things come to an end, though.
This I now know without a shadow of a doubt.
CHAPTER FOUR
“Our vices should be forbidden.
For they urge us to indulge in the impossible, and in this…
Meet our downfall.”
Florian
Florian
Wrapping the towel around my hips, I run my fingers through my wet hair and step into the living room, smirking at Zeus, who munches on a bone in the right corner. Thunder shakes the sky, the loud boom echoing through the space. “Having fun?” I ask him, leaving wet imprints on the marble floor as I go to the bar and grab a glass, pouring myself a whiskey. “That looks sad.”
He growls at me and bites on the bone hard, his sharp teeth sinking into it while an untouched bowl of meat sits beside him.
I guess my wolf also has a vicious streak because despite tearing the man earlier, he still needs to destroy something. I can relate to that. Maybe that's why I took him in when I found him as a wounded cub who almost died from hunger. Due to his injured paw, he'd never survive in the wild alone, so despite believing such creatures should never belong to someone…he's been mine for the past ten years, and we make a great team.
Murder numbs the voices in your head temporarily until the next time, the restlessness seeking another prey to inflict its sadistic cravings into and watch them bleed and beg while the monster inside me enjoys their agony and pain.
Ah, torture.
The greatest hobby a monster can have.
Dropping a few ice cubes in my drink, I take a sip and welcome the bitter taste on my tongue, grounding me to the present as my phone rings somewhere in the distance.
Ignoring it, I drop on the couch and kick my feet up on the table as I stare at my TV and order, “Pick up.” Since I have no patience to search for my various electronics through the house, I connect them all to my TV, which is on all the time and shows the latest news on mute.
Compared to most of my friends, I live for the evening news. I make sure to leave the remains of my atrocities behind, enjoying seeing their death and murder announcements while clueless law enforcement officials promise to find the killer.
It will never happen, and they should thank me for doing their job and getting rid of these fuckers wasting space on the planet.
One might even say I’m an altruist at heart, getting the work done without expecting anything in return.
Nothing but the high the lifeless flesh gives me.
A dark-haired man comes into view, smirking at me as he leans back on his chair and wraps his hand around the coffee mug. “Florian,” he greets me, lifting his mug at me before taking a small sip, and a growl rings in the air.
Zeus abandons his bone and pads to me, jumping on the couch. He zeros his stare on the stranger, putting his muzzle on my lap. I pat him lightly while the fucker on the other end of the line chuckles. “Ah, he’s so protective of you. That’s cute. A bit pathetic you need a wolf to fight your battles, but cute nevertheless.” He sighs dramatically, but I let him have his moment because we both know he needs it. Otherwise, this unpleasant video call would last for hours. “Sometimes I’m ashamed to call you my friend, Florian.”
