Eight: If only she wasn't pretty

KAI

If only she wasn't so fucking pretty.

Apart from her sheer foolishness disguised as boldness and confidence, her beauty was the first thing I noticed about her after I crunched her father's skull in my hands. Her beauty was the type that was made for adoration and worshipping; that would have been if I wasn't made of a soul that wasn't capable of redemption.

With a mouth that looked like it was made to be wrapped around a cock, hair that looked like it was the perfect thing to grab, and while I fuck the stupid feistiness out of her mouth and eyes that were so expressive that I could see the intensity of her hatred for me in them.

I did not care that she hate me that much, I loathed her as much and the only reason why she was still alive after she dared to stab me was that I intend to break her in all the cruelest and most deranged ways possible so she'd learn never to act up again.

After I left her in her cell, I knew she had to be fed if I didn't want her to pass away before I