Not many notice that. No one has to ask how to be a villain. How to hurt people. Or not at first…Something happens…
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Like having the best intentions but then they turn on you…Like helping a friend in need. One that was well respected, by even the higher-ups. One that prided themselves in having dignity, lowered their head, and went as far as falling to their knees, begging you.
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Would you help them?
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For me, it was a no-brainer. I couldn’t help it. The pleasure of seeing the one that looked down on me too many times, beg? The way his eyes stayed on the ground exactly where they belonged, unable to look me in the eyes. His hands shaking at the thought of me saying no. The thought of knowing that I was his last chance, without he would be doomed….The rush…I had to have more of it. So of course my help had to come with a price. One that ensured that he would once again beg.
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Funny how a few messages and pictures can quiet someone for life. Unable to go against you, too scared to get help. I took care of the problem. In a way, not many were strong enough to do it, but in the end, it was done, with no loose ends. Or so I thought.
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Even though this wasn't my first or last. Someone had seen. Something I regret. I found myself on the road to making rookie mistakes. Ones I had planned to avoid.
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But then it happened all too fast. One moment I'm in my room, with a plan that I had for months. The only thing that needed to be done was executing it. Yet it still didn't work out. A simple unexpected component changed the outcome. Before I realized it we were fighting. Both trying to overcome the other. I made one mistake. Not one time though...I did it over and over til I felt like the job was done...
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Then something clicked...I wanted more of it. I guess that was my turning point...where everything became...
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