They say crushes last for a little while and go away, but love is another thing. Love lasts for a long time, sometimes ‘til death do us part. But sometimes love also goes away leaving behind nothing but ice in your veins, hate in your heart, and blood on your mind. I was one of those people who loved and loved until I could love no more. I was so blinded by being so in love, I missed the big picture in front of me, literally and figuratively. I was so in love when I woke up one day covered in blood, it took a while of staring at it, not in shock, but in contentment to finally realise what I had done. I can’t say I regret it because do I? No, I don’t regret it. All I regret is not being able to remember what it felt like, my first time. My first time spilling once upon a time innocent, but over time became tainted blood, damned to hell for all eternity, due to one of the seven deadly sins, Lust. He broke me. So I let hell loose.
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“Pick someone with flavor, that has a lot of fight to them. You know how I love the screamers.”

I say as I watch Lady Littleton pick at the old, improperly healed scars on her left hand with her newly sharpened pocket knife. Lady Littleton nods her head before placing her knife back into it’s holster and standing up from her quite relaxing position on the couch and making a beeline for the front door.

“Oh and Lady Littleton.”

She stops and turns towards me.

“Pick someone of a different gender, last time you got a girl, her screams almost took my ears out.”

I say before turning and walking back into my torture chamber. When I reach my chamber I close the heavy metal door behind myself as I bask in the heavy smell of blood twined with bleach. I smirk wildly at just the thought of what happens in this room, the screams of pain, the pleas of the tortured to stop and for me to turn back, but I never do; I continue on as if my life depended on it. It some ways it did and in other ways it didn’t. When I didn’t torture, I felt a burning pain deep in my gut and when I did, I got the sick sense of satisfaction plus a full belly so it’s always a win-win for me if I continue on.

I believe you can guess it by now, I am a murderer. I murder people for fun. I guess you can say I’ve always been a sick (in the head) child. Even when I was younger and the other kids would bully me for being smaller than the rest, being smarter than the rest, having no friends and rich parents who were either never home because they were always working, or too drunk to even remember they had a child, but that all ended when my three younger siblings came along and became the stars in parents’ eyes. Did I cry? No. Did I feel sad about it? No.

Did I feel angry about it? Yes. I guess you can assume that’s where all my problems started. As I got older and older, my relationship with my parents wore so much, it was like the three of us were strangers in a house full of people. To be completely honest it was like I never even existed in the family, it was like I was an outsider looking in, like someone who didn't fit in, like someone who was never meant to be in the family, but somehow made it there anyway. Sometimes I wonder what would my life be like if I had different parents.

I am taken out of my thoughts by the sound of the main door to my torture chamber creaking open, sounding like they need oil on them.

“Lady Angerona, Lady Littleton has just left the premises.”

My personal butler Jamison said as he bows down to me.

“Jamison,”

I say as I run my fingers slowly along one of the dried blood stained gurney’s in my chamber.

“Yes, Lady Angerona,”

He says as he folds his hands behind his back.

“What do you think of me?”

I say as I move over to a table full of tools that some use to heal, but I use to torture.

“Excuse me?”

I snap my head towards him with a glare with he pales considerably as he notices it.

“Lady Angerona, my opinion of you does not matter as I am below you. I live to serve for you and only you, whatever I may say or think of you should not have meaning to you what-so-ever. I am but a peasant servant, as you are the master in this house.”

He says as he bows his head and keeps it that way.

I bite my lip as I slowly run my pointer finger down the handle of the blood stained scalpel sitting there.

“Leave,”

I say as I retract my hand from the scalpel and move towards the desk I have in my chamber. I hear quick but quiet shuffles, before the sound of the creaking door closing reaches my ears as I sit in my seat and place my head in my hands and sigh deeply. I close my eyes shut and block out the world as thoughts sift thru my head slowly, one-by-one.

“My Lady,”

A voice says causing my eyes to snap open and me to sit up with an abrupt start.

“I have found you a new canidate.”

Lady Littleton says before walking out of the room. A big grin widens on my face.

“Let the games begin,”