"AHHH!!" he screamed in pain, his voice echoing in the basement. I could feel the fear in his voice, the realization sinking in that he was truly helpless in this situation. Inflicting pain on the person who wanted me dead was incredibly satisfying.
"Do you want to be a criminal, Zyden ? You will be imprisoned if you don't stop. You can still stop this madness !" His words were laced with anger, his teeth gritted as he spoke. It seemed that his innate skill, Sadism, was giving him a false sense of bravery.
This is way better for me. It would be boring if he didn't show his true colors. I chuckled in response to his feeble attempt at manipulation.
"Oh, Uncle, you really think I haven't thought this through? You're underestimating me again."
I leaned in closer.
"I know exactly what I'm doing, and I have the means to make sure things go my way. Don't you worry about me, worry about yourself."
