He breaks them. I want to tear him apart.
“Funny how not even that girl stopped you, isn’t it?” he says, referring to Alexandra, and my eyes lock onto his brown gaze. “That topic interests you, I see. She always fought. She kicked and screamed like a crazed goat every time her body gathered enough strength. Breaking her took effort. Shame I had to drug her a few times. That night was only a beautiful introduction, and you have no idea what I’d give for you to witness the masterpiece we eventually created. She had layers, so many layers. None of them were ever as strong as she was. It’s almost like she was built specifically for you—to survive even when I was certain she was dead. She knows how to torture you long enough for your father’s purposes.”
The cruelty shining in his eyes resembl
