¬ Fashire
Damn it. What are all these questions?
I should have just kept her chained in my chamber instead of bringing her before them.
How was I even supposed to get rid of her with that stupid chain?
To be honest, a part of me wanted her dead. That part was loud, still insistent, and highly convinced that eliminating her was the only way to regain control.
The other part wanted her alive. She was a important puzzle piece that could answer that rotten question about Paloma and the Deceased lands.
And a part of me—a part I despised with every fiber of my being—wanted to have my fill of her blood until the craving was sated. I wanted to fuck the stubbornness out of her and leave her as wrecked and undone as I felt.
I grimaced and crushed the thought.
It sounded a bit reasonable. If I had my fill of her, I could get these blasted thought out of my head. Making the foolish decision of pressing myself against her had been sickening. It wasn't normal.
