51 parts Complete MaturePitch black. That is the colour of his eyes right now, not the usual majestic emerald green. It sounds baffling because there is no scientific evidence of black irises existing; it's either really dark brown irises or enlarged pupils. But right now, they're black. Bloodthirsty, vile and murderous. He never was the conventional kind yet he didn't exactly ever try to maim me, I presumed he was all bark, no bite. That assumption was wrong because fear is creeping up my back and grabbing my nape, suffocating me until I feel like I should count my days when he starts talking again.
"You fucked up, Doctor."
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When you're interconnected in a game fueled by iniquity and abhorrence, you're bound to get hurt. Unexpected twists, uncovered lies and undesirable decisions. The odds are stacked against you and in order to reign and thrive, you butcher everything blocking your way.
It's not the survival of the fittest. It's the survival of the deadliest.
Please note that is completely fictitious and the real-life figures have absolutely no correspondence to the characters in the story. Viewer's discretion is highly advised. This story deals with extremely sensitive and dark topics that SHOULD NOT be brushed off as lightly.
Please take care of yourself and always seek help if necessary.