Page 2 of Ruthless Kings of Obsession

A dream that is being shattered before my very eyes.

Delighful.

I don’t expect for him to look my way —almost as if he’s searching to see my reaction to it all —but when he peers in the direction where I stand like a statue, I give myself a few seconds ponder whether he deserves mercy.

In a flash, I think of the past.

Think of all the instances where he belittled me like a broken doll that didn’t deserve an ounce of love. The mocking laughs, the constant torment, the days and nights where all I could wonder was whether or not I had the strength to live another day.

All because of him.

He was a disease that sought to ruin me. To break every piece, taint every organ, leave me until I couldn’t dare grasp for breath in this menacing world that gives no damn about anyone who isn’t deemed rich or beneficial.

Not once did he look into my teary-eyed flushed face and give me an ounce of pity.

So why should I?

It made me want to laugh. To giggle and manically laugh to the rooftops at this grand finale that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

But I know better.

Know how this sinister world works where vengeance isn’t as easy as it seems.

There’s repurociations waiting for me to endure and survive from.

Something I’m ready to face if it gives me this new sense of elation I’ve finally gotten to experience.

Sweet Victory that’s so fucking sweet, I could get addicted to its delightful nectar.

When our eyes lock, in that moment, I allow myself to drop the mask of innocence.

Let him see the truth in my gaze — the calculated vengeance, the satisfaction of watching his world crumble. I know he understands from how his eyes further widen to the maximum they can possible reach.

How the understand clicks in his features like a flick of a lightbulb.

I know what’s running through his mind.

Can see how he’s trying to figure out how I pulled the strings to all of this when I’m but a useless Maiden who walked into their lives and became the puppet they yearned for.

How could I outsmart him?

Out smart everyone.

That’s the problem with men like him. Those who belittle us women as if we don’t have minds of our owns. That all we’re good for is fucking and being little submissives. He never thought I could be worthy of orchestrating something so devastingly grand like this.

You should have killed me when you had the chance.

The stadium's backup generators haven't kicked in yet, leaving us in this suspended moment of chaos. There’s no point of me staying around to see the crowd and how they’ll react in disgust now that they got a taste of Domino’s true character. It’s exactly why I ensure to wear the biggest grin Domino has possibly seen grace my lips. For him to enjoy the sight of my prevail.

Checkmate,my Ruthless King.

I begin my departure, taking in that last lingering stare with the bully I’ve conquered in this humiliating conquest, moving ever so slowly until I’m forced to pull my eyes away. My heartis beating like drumsticks hitting a set repartee, making my ears ring as my blood pumps through my veins with adrelaine.

Through the darkness, I notice movement to my far left — Zander making his way toward me through the crowd. All we need is one look.

One solid look.

It’s amazing to see the difference between Domino, my failed Ruthless King who believed he could reach so far in this game, versus Zander, who has pieced together everything before anyone else could figure it out.

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