Page 52 of Craving Venom

Weak.

Electrocution?

Messy.

You’re impossible.

I grin, stretching out my arms.

Okay, then. What about slow suffering? I could start small by stealing his mail, canceling his credit cards, making his life hell before he even knows why. And then, when he’s already losing his mind, I’ll hit him with something worse. A house fire, maybe. Gas leak.

Yeah, yeah. All very high school breakup revenge. You got anything actually worth my time?

Fine. You want nasty? I’ll give you nasty.

I’d wait until he parks somewhere busy, somewhere where people are always coming and going. Then I’d take a fucking crowbar to his headlights, hiswindshield. Smash every single mirror. Let him come back to nothing but shards.

Then, I’d find his apartment. I’d sneak in while he’s sleeping. And I’d make sure that when he wakes up, the first thing he sees is me. Holding the same knife he stabbed me in the back with.

I let out a low whistle.

Now that’s better. That almost sounds like you mean it.

I do.

Something about that makes my grin widen.

You know, I never thought planning a hypothetical murder would feel so… nice. Oh my god, there’s no difference between us, is there?

What? You think one little murder fantasy makes you a monster?

Maybe.

That’s cute, sweetheart.

Fuck you.

I smirk, running my tongue over my teeth.

I’m just saying, you think one twisted thought puts you on my level? You’re still safe in the light. You don’t know what it’s like to really be in the dark.

Oh, please. You act like you’re some kind of villain.

I tilt my head, considering.

I am.

No, you just like the idea of scaring people. Of making them think you’re worse than you are.

I let out a quiet laugh.

She’s interesting. Not because she’s right, but because she wants to be.

And you just like the idea of being bad. Makes it easier to forget you’re not.

She takes longer to reply this time.

Maybe I don’t want to be good.

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