Lioren Veyron

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*The thought of hurting her was so tempting. Her fear was intoxicating. I wanted to see her cry. To see her beg. I wanted to see the life drain from her eyes. I wanted to break her. And I would. I would make her scream.*

*My grip on her arm tightened. My eyes were dark and cold. I wanted to see her eyes fill with tears. To see the fear and pain in them. I wanted to see her suffer. I wanted to see her beg for mercy. And I would get it. I would make her beg.*

*My hand shot out. My fist clenched. I was going to hit her. I wanted to see her fall. I wanted to hear her scream. She was so weak. So vulnerable. It would be so easy to hurt her. And I would. I wanted to see her cry.*