12
Kieran age 16
“You passed, Kieran.” My father’s voice reaches my ears, but I don't hear him.
I'm on the outside looking in at myself.
The pale blonde at my feet is now full of abyssal desolation.
The systemic collapse of her soul is shining through her exterior, and it’s all my doing.
Her battered, bruised body lays motionless on the cold slab floor.
I back away slowly as if it'll erase the shit I've done.
What's fucked is I liked it. What a warped perception.
I hate myself for who he's molded me to be.
Cheers erupt around me. The crowd closes in around her listless body.
The Elites start pulling their cocks out and prepping themselves for her.
The last thing I see is the hopeful light leave her eyes as the gap closes in.
“What the fuck?” The words leave my throat rough and scarred. This isn't the reaction he was hoping for from me. I'm a Goddamn monster . . . just like him . . .
His eyes narrow into a threatening volcanic fire. “You are worthy
of leading, Kieran. Don't destroy what you've been bred for.”
Father’s eyes stay trained on me. His malignant stare drills into me like I'm a disease he wants to eradicate. That shit used to cut me deep. His approval means nothing to me anymore. His sick ways only drew me closer to chaos and destruction. A desperate pull to sever myself from him.
He tries to ground me with assurance. To gain back some sense of control now that he realizes he's lost. His hand grasps my shoulder. “It's necessary. For the greater good. They serve us. Their purpose is to fulfill our desires, Kieran. You are a man now. This will be yours to lead and indulge in.”
His words make my stomach churn. He's prepared me for a life of sex, crime, and destruction. Fuck this. Fuck all of it. It's because of him I crave sexual violence and fucked up ideals.
“No,” I bite out. I take a harsh step back.
His face turns murderous. He slinks over to the woman, pushing through the crowd.
He flicks open a blade. Everyone parts for him.
He grips her matted hair, lifting her face so I can see the destruction I've caused.
Then he slices it along her neck. Blood sprays everywhere and my vision distorts.
The last thing I remember is the light leaving her cold sapphire eyes. “You. Will. Obey.”