I got sad. And evil entered my heart. As I came of age, I turned to conquest to assuage the misunderstood anguish in my heart. I let the devil in deep inside to make me strong enough to ignore my feelings. I was hell bound to extract my revenge on my tormentors by gaining the power to buy and sell them like pawns. I had no empathy for anyone. The poor and starving? Too bad for them. I relished in the suffering of innocent strangers who had done nothing to me. My utter lack of mercy became my source of power. I joined the rat race that men play where success and a trophy life and wife were the primary measure of greatness. I would have risen to be a dark king of the world. My parents moved to another state, leaving me alone to lead my life by my own terrible devices. I was finding great success in every endeavor I undertook. I began a talent agency to tap the beatiful people who came to depend on my night club promotions company as their golden ticket to the creme de la creme party scene in south beach florida.
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