The Bonding Games, Part 1

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EZLA

I destroy everything.

Screaming my fury, I throw glasses, rip the silk sheets on my bed apart, slam my hairbrush into the wall with an echoing crack that does not calm me like it should.

Maybe it is because the only thing I truly want broken is their necks.

The audacity of those men to bond me.

Roaring even louder, I numb my own eardrums with the volume. But I do not. Fucking. Care.

It is not enough.

Never enough.

I whip out my armoury sticks, slashing at anything and everything in sight that is not indestructible taalk.

I WILL KILL THEM! I WILL OBLITERATE THEM! They have ruined everything! Everything!

So in return, I will ruin them.