To Kill A Goddess

Chapter 11

A dog.

He was a dog to a greedy master, one who had no idea he had, in truth, snared something feral—untrainable. Every move, every breath…

It was all calculated.

There were some days he despised what he had done, but all it took was one flash of memory, and the rage replaced any grief. He was blind to the atrocities before and ahead. There was only the sound...

A scream.

A ripping.

And silence. So. Much. Silence.