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33. The Devil's Obsession

Author: Sammy X
last update Last Updated: 2023-06-21 18:15:44

Clancy's POV

As I moved away from the room, I could still hear Sofia's sob ringing in my head like a bell.

My heart was shaken for a moment and I could feel certain pricks in my emotion but it was not guilt.

I did not feel guilt because I did not kill those people but even if I did, I would feel nothing.

I'm not so sure anymore.

Since Sofia came into my life, I've been feeling certain emotions that shouldn't exist and yes, guilt could possibly come in now.

Killing her is the easiest way but I can never bring myself to do it.

Whenever I look at her, I rethink my decision.

There was no reason to kill her except that I was trying to prove to myself that I'm still ruthless as ever.

Will killing her even solve the problem?

What if I feel guilty if I ever succeed in murdering her?

The same guilt I felt when my sister committed suicide years ago.

Sofia has brought chaos into my life without even realizing it.

My cold stares are supposed to repel her far away but she is a careless bitch.

She
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