𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭'𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 | 𝐌𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠 𝐁𝐥

"Why?" Kyzzu's voice trembled as he spoke In His language, both from anger and the tears that still streamed down his face. "Why did you do this to me?!"

Winston easily sidestepped Kyzzu's attack, his expression shifting into something cold and distant.

Kyzzu's strength failed him, and he nearly collapsed, his body giving way to the weight of his emotions. He was such a fool, a stupid, mindless animal that only cared for himself and some foreigner. Renzi was right the whole time.

A cruel smile twisted Winston's lips as he looked down at Kyzzu.

"You really took our fling too hard." he said, his tone filled with mockery. "Get this straight, little boy, You were nothing more a means of information and a way to get laid in this jungle, Kyzzu. And besides, you were the one moaning and crying under me to release inside you, is this how you usually do for the men of this village?"

Kyzzu's world crumbled as Winston's words hit him like a physical blow. He had been deceived, used, and discarded, and the realization of it tore at his heart. "I trusted you!" Kyzzu cried, his voice breaking. "You made me believe-"

"Believe what?" Winston cut him off, his voice icy. "That you were special? That I actually cared about you? How naive. You were just something different, something exotic to keep me entertained. And for that you were at least worth something."

Kyzzu dropped to his knees, the knife slipping from his hand as he wept. The betrayal was too much to bear.

The man who had once made him feel valued, who had filled him with hope and longing, was now tearing him apart with every cruel word.

Winston's laughter echoed in the stillness of the night, the sound devoid of warmth. "Pathetic," he sneered. "You're just like the rest of them-weak, Naïve and foolish."

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