A plagued mind

Hmm, IS there a god? I asked myself that constantly" Nina grinned wickedly, face in her hands as her bright hazel eyes stared intently at the wounded male at her feet. "I mean if there was why would he let me and many others suffer?" She said firmly as she stood from her chair and leaned over the male, glaring. He tried backing away, from the woman towering over his injured frame. "what did we do? What did we do to deserve such treatment? To be labeled outcasts! Weird! Crazy! Hmm?" Nina ran her hand through her coarse mane looking at him through frenzied and manic eyes. she saw him scurrying away, and rolled her eyes in annoyance " tsk you are pathetic, you're just like a weak little hare about to be devoured."
"You're a batshit crazy lady and nothing you say will change that!" The man yelled out in fear and anger. Nina brushed off her jacket sleeves and smiled And looked to the man "ah you're right! crazy I am... My mind" she pointed to her skull and looked at him with wide hazel eyes. "it's... diseased. It's twisted and sick! Literally rotting!" Her smile was that of a person truly twisted, she reached into her coat pocket, grabbing her Glock, and aimed it at his pitiful face showing many emotions. Sadness. Anger. Regret. Despair.
'These emotions, Truly delicious' she thought as she cocked her gun. He begged her throwing his hands up "Don't shoot!... Please.."
'How wonderful, beg me more..'
She thought with eyes closed breathing in deeply, her bloodlust intently rising.
" Crazy, you said I was.. but this is the reality of a plagued mind" she then pulled the trigger
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