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Spiders and irresponsibility for instance. But rage was an emotion I had always tried to stay away from. I did get angry at times, in fact, quite a lot of times with my employees, especially my assistant. But rage is something different. It's not just a mere anger at something that goes away after some minutes. I believed that rage to be stronger than anger in so many levels. In fact, I'd always thought it to be the most dangerous of the triad. So I wanted to avoid it at all costs. And I had been successful at that. Up until now.

I'm blind, yes, don't know where I am, where I'm headed, or who snatched me, but this was one of those things I'd been trained for. All I have to do is remain calm and use whatever resources come my way when they let me out of this death trap. I felt my body relax, and as the fear receded and my mind began to clear, anger reared its head, good. Now I know I'm back in the game. If fear is a great defeater, controlled rage has always been my friend. Rage reminds me that I am human and have certain inalienable rights that protect me from assholes who seek to do harm.

Meanwhile Agatha huffs in her room from her sudden outbreak, watching as the door shuts behind her sister and everything falls into silence again. Then her eyes fall on the file she dropped earlier, picking it up again and flipping to the first page, the page with the photo of Angela Raphael. Picking it up, Agatha curls her fist over it, turning it into nothing but a crumpled messed up paper as she lets her anger fuel her revenge.

I made myself weak for him, and he called it 'playing the victim. A bottomless rage clawed its way up from the depths of my shattered soul. I will have my revenge! I will make them pay! The immense rage exploded from me. The vase on the office desk began to tremble. I'll destroy this place! Destroy everything! Make them both pay! I gathered every ounce of my fading essence and hurled it at the vase. A flicker of movement. A whisper of displaced air. The vase on the desk wobbled for a second, then stood still.

Spiders and irresponsibility for instance. But rage was an emotion I have always tried to stay away from. I do get angry at times, in fact, quite a lot of times with my employees, especially my assistant. But rage is something different. It's not just a mere anger at something that goes away after some minutes. I feel that rage is stronger than anger in so many levels. In fact, I've always thought it to be the most dangerous of the triad. So I wanted to avoid it at all costs. And I have been successful at that. Until now.

The very thought of his defiance sends a surge of rage coursing through my veins, a primal fury that threatens to consume me whole. I clenched my fists, the muscles in my jaw working furiously as I struggled to contain the tempest of fury that raged within me. Phelan's treachery had struck a blow to my pride, a wound that cut deeper than any physical injury could ever hope to inflict. And yet, even as the flames of rage threatened to consume me whole, a cold, calculating voice whispered in the depths of my mind, urging me to bide my time, to wait for the perfect moment to strike. And oh by fucking fuck when I strike Phelan would regret it. He would squirm like a tiny little worm while I peel

Rage. My veins seemed to swell with it, overflowing like an uncorked bottle of champagne. I clutched my fist tightly, ready to unleash the storm that was brewing within me at Lucian's words. Protectiveness and frustration whirled around me in a dangerous dance, making the air thick and heavy.

~Rage~ Looking at the woman on the couch, I glared darkly at the sight in front of me. The woman was unconsciously layed down on the floor. She dozed off immediately, lost her consciousness after hitting the tip of the table with her head. Heaving a sigh, I went in the kitchen to have some glass of water and get back immediately, I felt drained before upon handling this woman. “Who is this hot babe, Rage? Why she's with you?” Andrew asked when I came back. Finally he spoke after being silent when he picked us in the club.

RAVENNA POV I have never felt rage like this in my entire life. It was mixed with anger, fear, heart break, hate, and love. It made the deadliest strength, a force that could tear through anything in its path. And that was what it made me do. I tore through enemies like they were files. I took them down one after the other. But it did nothing to calm that raging storm in me. It did nothing to scratch that itch deep in my bones.

~~~Ryder~~~ My blood was boiling. Every inch of my body felt hot, like fire was running through my veins. My fists were clenched so tight my knuckles were white, and my jaw was locked so hard it ached. The rage inside me was pure, raw, and violent. I wanted to destroy something. I wanted to make someone scream until their voice gave out.