'Ahh… that felt good~'
I look at the mash of meat in my hands and instead of feeling the disgust and recoil normal people would feel, I felt relief.
Not because the guy in front of me is dead, nor that I felt pleasure from his pain. Well, I did… I very, very much liked seeing him in pain.
But what I liked most was that his sense of hopelessness when for the one final moment realized, he's going to die and when that light in his eyes dimmed I felt relieved to cut someone from such a painful life.
If you're not going to live with riches and bitches by your side… what's the point?
I felt someone coming to me, it was Oppet, it had to be. That guy followed me everywhere since I made him my second, but dude, take a break.
'Wait!' I suddenly think, 'Am I smiling right now?'
'Is there that disgustingly euphoria like smile on my face at the moment?' I look at the mash potatoed body and remember the pleasure, 'It has to be. But I can't let him see me like this… NO!'
