𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖚𝖗

I.

Nothing in this world is free.

They already knew that, and repeating it wasn't going to make a difference. Instead, it annoyed them even more, holding back any growls and snarls that might attract attention to themselves.

The world's not fair.

It's never been fair to them, they've known so for so long. A reminder does nothing but make them mad, frustrated, putting them in distress. Putting them in a place that isn't healthy. Forcing them to reside in their den, isolated from the rest.

You're sick.

They aren't sick. Sick implies that there's a cure. There's no cure for the way they act, the way they talk, they way they think. They're are a force of nature that shouldn't be dealt with. Not a psychopath, maybe a sociopath. Their emotions feigned in order to blend in, in order to satisfy.

A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing.

"They all think they truly know who I am. They think they have me figured out, but they've been lied to. I lie right through my teeth and the believe every goddamn word. They think I care, but I love watching them struggle. They think my problems are eating me alive, but I'm watching them chase their own tail. I manipulate, I observe, I hunt, I devour."