Sick! He’s so sick! Ah. My stomach churned, and I retched, but my stomach was empty. There was nothing to vomit.
He turned back toward me, his eyes gleamed darkly, reminding me of someone possessed in a horror movie.
“I made him who he is today, that powerful man.”
“Every scar inside that man, every piece of cruelty, every cold decision he makes comes from me.” He said, tapping his chest lightly.
I glared at him through tears and this only made his smile widen.
“You are proud of that?”
“Very.” He replied, then his expression shifted to something colder.
“And now,” he said quietly. “I’m going to take something from him again.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m going to take you, do the same thing I did to him to you,” he whispered.
“You are going to watch him slowly lose his mind tryin
