VERMONTBlood oozed out, painting the white sheets crimson as I stood over her. Her small, fragile body lay still, and the knife I had plunged into her belly gleamed under the dim light, a reminder of the brutality I'd just inflicted. I sighed. The sound of her last whimper lingered in the room, filling my senses as though the air refused to let go of it. Her skin has already paled. It was my doing, my knife, my hand. This wasn't my first time, I should feel nothing.I was merely dominating my territory–But… a gnawing feeling twisted in my chest, a faint whisper of unease. I forced it down. Emotions are useless and I have no space for them in my world.This was a consequence of her stupid action. She’d been foolish to challenge me– to raise a weapon at me in my home. My kingdom. I merely dealt with her the only way I knew how— with violence. Yet, as I stared at her motionless form, my chest tightened. The door whooshed open behind me, Giovanni's voice cutting through
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