It’s working. It’s really working!

That day I met Emery, after he presented it, his strange power, something in me changed. Him revealing his power unlocked a different one in me. The power I had felt from him back then felt evil, blood-thirsty, chaos-inducing, dark. My own power has its own problems, yes. It’s bloodlust, heavy on the lust . Arousal and attraction is what strengthens me. I knew Emery would be the most susceptible to my charm as soon as I saw this new adult him. He looks so pretty, touch-starved, he needed this. He needs me.

I knew lust gave me power a year after I met Emery. I was a highschooler and seducing all of my classmates, babysitters, tutors, just about anyone I could get my hands on. It wasn’t too bad honestly, I was just very popular. I never really let anyone touch me even though I seduced them first. Until her.

I met her in Switzerland. I decided to study abroad because I hated my dad. He was young and stupid. He wasn’t a real dad to me. He gave me no freedom while at the same time not caring about me at all. My dad was just so nonchalant. Always. Unless he was angry. Then, all hell broke loose. I decided to teach him a lesson when I was 14…

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I went to a shady little clinic down a random alley in the neighborhood and simply asked them,

“Amputate my foot and give it to me”

They didn’t ask any questions, gave me a suspicious drug to knock me out, and I woke up with my foot nicely bound and wooden peg in its stead. Like a pirate! I was giddy because I had a plan to make my silly dad pay. I spent the last month gathering acid. I don’t know what kind of acid it was but it was acid so it works. I filled a trash can with it. I sent an anonymous tip to the cops. I did everything in my power to make him angry. He screamed,

“I’ll fucking kill you you little punk!” Then he pushed me.

And that was it.

The cops heard his shout from down the street. I knew they were coming and dropped my amputated foot in the acid and hobbled into my getaway car that I’d hired on a sketchy marketing site. By the time the cops got there, what they saw was an angry-looking man and a tub of acid with a foot bobbing in it. The idiot cops and judge barely even considered a full investigation. Verdict, he murdered me.

So? Jail time~