Knife on His Lap

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, then I shall treat them as such. For the well-being of my anger issues and everyone else in this universe, and because I am a very gentle, patient, and kind person – a great protector and guardian, well-suited an

he last few hours, I saw a beam of dawn seep into the room. I had made her hate me, or worse, she was scared of me, and I had no clue how to redeem myself. In fact, a dark, hideous part of me wanted to discipline her even more, to act cold and put her in line. The sadistic nature of my work had finally overtaken my little pouch of humanity, or w

e remained so many aspects of life she remained naive to. I bet for her, the real world looks like a rosy picture once she has money, but it's never rosy enough until you have enough money, and that money somehow is never enough. I was entr

heets distracted my self-motivational talks as I looked at her. She stirred, and her lids fluttered as her cracked lips opened slightly. I

her vision to be hazy. Slowly moving tow

brace. Following her command, I did as she wished, reeling her feeble form carefully into my arms. She remained engulfed in my scent for a while, and I felt her hot breath and tears as she whispered in a timid voice, "Don't leave me, mama." Her pleading caused me to stiffen in shock, but then I cooed to her, "I won't, moon