My Only Person

Facing the Feeble- Part II

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Content Warning: This chapter includes graphic depictions of torture and murder.

For those who may find it distressing, I strongly advise skipping the portion falling within the *** to avoid exposure to sensitive content.

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Clarissa's POV

"I believe that's not what you said when you accused me of deceit and had me thrown into the sea after your precious Luna stabbed me with her favourite dagger."

Yes, I gave up on pretences. He is the lowest of the low. No matter how many times I try, I will never be able to stoop to his level of pettiness and cruelty. So, I devised another plan.

I noticed how the irises of his eyes ever so slowly enlarged, his entire being transfixed on the unexpected scope of my words.

I had hoped to derive some light entertainment from his shock. However, I couldn't relish his turmoil for much longer as he regained control of himself quite quickly, whispering heartlessly, "You haven't lost your memories?"

At his question, I bemused. "What would you have rather preferred, me losing my life or my memories of you? I presume the former."

His lips twitched up in genuine amusement. "If you know what I want, then why did you give yourself away? Do you think you're powerful now just because you hold the title of Vice-Captain? If you truly believe that, then you're still the same. Even if I were to accidentally kill you now, I would get away with little to no punishment."

I chuckled humourlessly at his words. His smile widened in a ghastly manner as I made light of his 'deadly' threats.

"Between us, you're the one who is still the same... an idiot. Have you already forgotten what happened in the duel a few minutes ago?" I patted his shoulder, exerting a miniscule fraction of my strength.

"You can lie to everyone else about that match, but not to yourself. Moreover...," My eyes turned cold as I blatantly confessed, "...you don't really want to kill me."

At my words, his smiled brightened, his gaze turned crazy, and his grip on my arm tightened. "I quite prefer you now. In the past, if you had been one percent of what you are now, I wouldn't have pushed you away."

"You talk as if you would have abandoned your obsession with Alexandria and mated with me." I pulled away, disgusted.

I don't know why, but the foolish part inside of me that had once enjoyed his company as a friend hoped that he would not plunge further into the depths of his deviancy. However, I was proven wrong once again.

A spark ignited in his now pitch-black eyes as they fixated on me while he shook his head, as if he found everything wrong with those words.

"No, why would I do that?" His hand gently traced the contours of my face, from which I turned away in refusal, but he persisted despite my non-verbal dissent.

"You're quite attractive now, of course, but we both agree that Alexandria is a breath-taking beauty."

I swatted away his hand. "So, you chose her for her beauty, which will fade at some point? Your love sure is shallow, Tyler. Does she realize that her face is the only thing you like about her?"