"What is that for" She asked me with watchful and fearful eyes, her voice shaking. I smiled sardonically in a way that I knew would put terror in her.
"Well, this..." I began slowly " ... Is what I'm meant to kill you with." I stopped to savour her tearful eyes and soaked in her fear. It's can get quite intoxicating to have the fate of someone in your hands and for the person to know.
"But, am not gonna do it" I could see her expression change from fear to relief to confusion. It's gonna feel so good to crush that relief.
"Don't get me wrong, you're still going to die. It's just it's so much more fun to see you fret and get anxious about what form your death will come. I will release you now but you will already be dead. Because I don't think anyone can truly live when they have to live all their days expecting their death"
"Why... Why are you doing this to me?" She asked.
"Only returning the favour, mother" I turned and I felt the tear drop.
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