LIAM
I walk back inside the property, and the gates close behind me, sealing my chosen fate.
This time, I don't feel anything even as the rogues surround me. I feel nothing but cold, dead, and a little on edge.
So when one guy throws a punch, I laugh as I duck. Yeah, this will help with the edge. Ten rogues all who seem to have been waiting for me swarm at me, claws and fangs out. A surprise attack or a welcome beatdown?
Either way, I am good with it. I have a trait, especially when I let the crazy out. I like feeling pain, I like seeing my blood and even feeling joints and bones break. The pain sends me signals that I am not dead, that I am still here. Not that I need to be reminded sometimes, but the pain also is sweet.
It gets effective because it triggers a part of me that is thrilled with the prospect of giving back what they are doing to me.
