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We all wanted power, didn’t we?
The motherfucking yes.
Who doesn’t want the ability to control or do something? We are human beings, and every human being has a craving to achieve something.
Everyone’s way of gaining power is different — some get power through their bloodline, some have to work hard to get it, and some have to defeat others to get it. Man’s hunger is such that no matter how much they earn, they always yearn for more. Nothing could stop their hunger. No other car. No more money. And certainly not more women. This hunger sometimes becomes the cause of their death and just like this, the cycle of gaining and losing something continues until the person reaches their last days.
I, too, was a power-hungry sinner, hidden in the guise of a human being, surrounded by my own sins.
The difference between myself and the others — I figured out at a very young age what importance I hold here. I was trained to get what I wanted, regardless of what it took, but I’m the one who was not influenced by greed like some of my beloved ones.
I was told in my childhood, “Be silent like a deep water.”
These words have stuck in my mind ever since. Silence has become my language, and I’d like to remain quiet and mysterious. I had a preference for this language because I chose actions over words. I was very proficient in this, and no one could defeat me.
My eyes are loud, but no one, I mean, no fucking one can imagine what was going on inside them. I always listen to my intuition. Everyone believes that this power is bestowed by God, but in my case, I have developed this power myself.
I prioritize myself and for this, I never sacrifice my peace for any fucking one, I always choose those who choose me. And unlike my dumb parents, I knew I didn’t need anyone but myself to survive.
Because of this personality of mine, people consider me heartless, but I’m not heartless. I have a heart, but I don’t use it because I know ‘Hearts are fragile’ so It’s better not to use it than to make a ridiculous decision. I sometimes believe they’re telling the truth because I don’t mind slitting the throat of anyone who gets in my way, but I have more fun doing so. I’m a clear psychopath because I loved watching Blood. I used to enjoy it when my hands were red with blood.
I didn’t care about anyone because being raised by cold eyes taught me not to do so. I had the power, I took what I wanted, and it no longer mattered whether I took it out by snatching it from someone else or by using the manipulation skills that I got from my lineage.
Ultimately, I got what I wanted, but as I said, a human being’s hunger is never satisfied. The perfect example of this was in front of me— She’s a hungry bitch, and hungry bitches are never loyal.
