This was originally a monologue which I wrote to perform. I have now performed it so I thought I'd post it.
Why did I do it? Good question. Maybe I was bored, maybe he annoyed me, maybe I'm just an evil crazed psychopath; take your pick.
But really, what do you care? You've proved that I killed him, didn't I? In cold blood, positively Antarctic.
So lock me up, shoot me down, leave me to rot like old fruit; I honestly couldn't care less - it was worth it. All the pain in the world would be worth it just for that one moment of power over him. Just the simple memory of him is much more evil than I will ever be. He hurt me when I was weak. I trusted him and he hit me and he hurt me and bruised me and he caused me pain. So it was worth it for his life's blood. It was worth it ten fold.
