It wasn't his fault either. None of it was. Yet here you are, claiming to use it as an excuse. You enjoyed it. Don't act like you didn't. There was a part of you, deep down in there, that wanted it to happen. You want to torture him again, don't you? You just don't have the balls to do it.
STOP IT!
He cried.
STOP IT, I-IM NOT! I-I DIDN'T-
He was lying through his teeth. Of course he did. This sick, burning rage was still there, the desire to see all reduced to ash and blood by his hand. He still got intrusive thoughts about hurting the people he saw daily, and sometimes it was a physical effort to stop himself from acting on them...













