Ruthless

11

I was taken aback by Janet's bold yet unexpected movement action. While she's always been daring in her demeanor and speech, this is on a whole new level. I can't understand what drove her to act this way.
But let's set her actions aside for a moment.

How is she managing to remain so composed after witnessing everything today? Could it be that the person standing before me isn't Janet but someone who resembles her?

I'm not making much sense right now.

Still reeling from the previous shock, she decides to deliver another blow by guiding Adam's hand toward her most intimate area.

Now I get what Janet's real aim is. There's no way she wasn't trying to give me a heart attack with her action. I wish I knew what was going on in her head.

At this point, all I can do is hope that she knows what she's doing. Her actions could lead to serious repercussions. With the ease at which these people take lives, and with the amount of bloodshed we've already seen, I'm not sure I can handle any more.

Before she can lead his hand any farther, she suddenly stops and fixes her gaze on my shocked expression.

"I'm far superior to her, and I assure you, you won't regret choosing me," she declared confidently.

I can't help but raise my eyebrows in response, a flicker of anger coursing through me. I suppressed the deluge of retorts that threatened to spill out. This isn't the time or place to air my grievances.

I never expected this kind of immaturity from her. Deep down, I had hoped she had something more substantial to offer, but it seems I was mistaken.

"Anyway, she wouldn't make a good wife," she continues, testing my patience. "She couldn't even be a good friend, let alone a good wife."
Is she trying to provoke me? If so, she's succeeded.

Having had enough, I pulled Adam's hand away in a fit of rage, disregarding any potential consequences I might face.

I stepped closer to her, standing just inches away, and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Your Highness graces us with tales of your 'valuable' acts in the name of friendship. How much blood and sweat have been shed in the name of our bond?" I retorted, expecting my words to unsettle her. However, instead of getting worked up, a faint smirk tugs at the corner of her lips, her eyes glinting with arrogance. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously.

"Did my words strike a nerve, Faith?"

"They certainly did. More than you intended. How could they not, when someone worthless questions my dedication to friendship, all while staying silent as Kelly is stabbed? A feeble display in the guise of friendship," I spit out, my heart briefly at ease as her smugness faded.

Her nostrils flare, her pupils dilate. I've managed to get to her, and right now, I can't help but feel a surge of pride. This is something I've been itching to do for a long time.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" I mocked her in a childish tone, attempting to sound innocent.

99 percent of the time, I tend to be introverted and timid, but that remaining 1 percent, I can be the most assertive person you'll ever come across.

Moreover, I never realized how enjoyable it could be to add fuel to the fire. Perhaps I should consider doing it more often.

When Janet had no words in her defense, she opted to curse me out to alleviate her own frustration. "You are such a bitch," she spat.

I glanced at her discarded underwear on the ground, then back at her, offering a sweet smile, understanding that sometimes actions speak louder than words.