Fifty-Five

FLEKI

I couldn't get the image of Lustre’s mortified expressions when she’d opposed me for having Bertha killed out of my head. She’d looked at me like she’d only just realized the lengths I’d go to ascertain my dominance and reignite fear in the hearts of everyone, and she was suddenly disgusted that I’d go as far as taking the life of someone whose entire family I’d murdered mercilessly.

I've never cared about how a woman regarded me, I’ve never given the slightest fuck about how a woman looked at me in disdain, and I’d most definitely never cared about the emotions of a woman that was nothing but a fucking plaything to me. So, why on earth did it bother me that Lustre didn't approve of my decision to have Bertha executed?

It baffled me for the rest of the day and as much as I wanted to, I couldn't quite shake off the nagging feeling that Lustre was somewhere angry at me. But I convinced myself that it was just how entrancing and enticing her body was that made me wonder what she’d