(GRIEGO COUSINS #1)
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Seven years after his mother's tragic death, Angelus Griego's father, Simon Griego, made a life-changing decision to marry a wealthy businesswoman with a troubled past and a sick child. Angelus, known for his charm, inte...
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Did I regret it?
No.
No way in hell.
That's what they get for bringing Farida to tears. I didn't need to ask what they do. Farida's scared and crying eyes are enough. They hurt her. It's probably petty for some. But it's not for me.
I don't bat an eye when I harm people. I don't feel anything when I see them cry, beg, and slowly lose their breath in front of me. Even when my mother died, I felt nothing but lust to kill. I can't even call it traumatic.
Kung mayroong magtatanong kung bakit ako ganito, wala akong ibang maisasagot sa kanila. I have a well upbringing. Both of my parents were loving. I have cousins who look after me. I don't have those cliché back stories.
Why do I do it?
It's fun, I guess.
I feel alive when I see someone display an expression of despair. I feel my blood pumping hard. I love the adrenaline it gives.
What made me do it?
I am not sure. Since I was young, I found it hard to feel things. Fear, pain, and even love. Those feelings are the ones I never felt in my life. When I get hurt, it doesn't matter. I don't recognize pain anyway.
All I know is anger, annoyance, and highs. Maliit pa lang ako, hinahanap ko na ang mga bagay na maaaring magparamdam sa akin ng mga ordinaryong pakiramdam na sinasabi nila.
But I never found it. Not until I got beat up and learned what pain felt like. I'm a fighter. I started learning mixed martial arts at a young age, thanks to Gunther's enthusiasm. However, I never used it to harm anyone or those who had beaten me.
Why would I do that to those people who give me pain? One of those basic feelings I lack? I can't tell that I'm a masochist. I just wanted to feel it, because through that, I felt normal. However my first kill was a different story.
When I saw my mother's eyes, filled with despair and terror, something inside me lit up. It was a lurking lust to inflict those kinds of feelings on others. I crave to inflict pain and horror. I crave to see them display that kind of expression.
But it didn't stop there. Killing might give me a high, but something's still missing. It was happiness. The joy they're talking about. I tried drugs and other substances, but nothing really worked.
Until Farida met my eyes that day, at first, I just wanted to play with her. She gives me a strange thrill every time I see her animosity. She tickles my funny bones and even makes me horny just by looking at her.
