Page 8 of Lesson on Depravity

“Am I not allowed to change my mind, princess?” he mocks, a voice of cruelty and amusement.

“You can’t expect me to sit still while my baby enjoys her breakfast? That’s greedy, little Coco, and what did I teach you about greed?”

I squeak as his fingers pinch my thigh, and my legs hastily close itself. “It’s bad, and only Daddy is allowed to be greedy because Daddy is a bad man.”

He nods in approval, and that slight gesture has my heart nearly popping out with happiness. The pride of knowing I have done something right, even if it’s something as trivial as this, is still worth the pride in his face.

“Coco is a good girl; you will always be my good little princess. Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you, but if that is the only way you’ll learn that I know what’s best for you, then you can’t blame Daddy for hurting you.”

“No,” I shake my head. “I won’t blame Daddy. If I make a mistake, then it’s my fault, Daddy has the right to punish me.”

He presses his lips to my cheek; the thick syrup remnants pull on my skin when he murmurs.

“You’re learning so much, baby. It almost makes me miss that mousy side of you, but that would mean I have to train you again. Well, my princess is worth the hassle.”

Chapter Three

Alistair

Smoke is pungent in my nose as I inhale through the cigarette; the small satisfaction of the nicotine itch has been settled. The gun in my hand gleams sinfully in the fluorescent light, luring my finger to the trigger spot.

It wouldn’t be fun if I were to press on it, but it would make the process much faster. My temperamental bloodlust is annoying on a good day, but it gets irritatingly obnoxious when I’m having a bad day that not even my little princess can help.

The couple in front of me is kneeling and sobbing through their hallow sockets as they beg for mercy. The rashes on their body, track marks from needles, and dehydrated skin from the drug use took a toll on their body.

Junkies have a signature look to them no matter what they take. Heroin, meth, cocaine, or prescription drugs—everything will lead to the form of a walking skeleton.

I can’t believe my precious little Coco came from these degenerates. They are a waste of space and air in this world, and it is right for me to get rid of them before they do more impairment, especially to Coco.

“Please, please—I didn’t do anything. Let me go—!” the man screams, but his voice has been marred by his excessive alcohol consumption.

I spit out the cigarette and stomp on the bud. They flinch, shuddering in chilled fear as they involuntarily sniff through their reddened nose from snorting drugs.

I turn the gun over, looking at the barrel, and the bold move makes them draw a sharp breath. Anyone could tell me that pointing a gun at myself is a stupid move, but I have never been someone who doesn’t take risks.

I believe in my own hands, and if I wanted to die, I would never lay cold with these people. It would be with my Coco in a peaceful sleep because whatever happens, we will always be together.

As much as a monster that I am, I’m aware of my dark tendencies, and I can’t help myself but fall victim to them. Conquering them is easy because it’s a part of me, and I shouldn’t be ashamed of it as people see what kind of a man I am as a problem.

A sadist, psychopath, and a cold-blooded animal that needs to be put down. I am Coco’s Daddy at all costs; I can give up everything in my life, but I will never let go of her.

While they are alive, there will always be a chance for her to change her mind and go back to them if they even hint that she is loved by them. What a despicable couple, but I’m not far from the same Hell as them.

At least I accept that my actions are manipulative, controlling, and questionable. What Coco doesn’t put together won’t hurt her little head. She’s too naïve, too trusting when it comes to me, and it’s all thanks to the day that I saved her.

She wouldn’t dare to go against me. She doesn’t have the balls to disappointment, and it’s one of the reasons why I love her so much. She doesn’t cause me trouble, but she still has a fighter inside of her that craves independence and freedom.

Coco is an odd girl, she wants those things, but she can’t stay away from me either. It’s a battle between good and evil, and the sinister side is winning with a bit of tweaking behind her back. That’s wrong; I’m merely helping her realize that the path she will ultimately choose will always be me, and I’m just steering her into a slippery shortcut.

“W-what do you want? Money? I have money, I’ll give it to you!” the man shouts again, ignoring the woman’s rattling chain on the ground.

In the circle of criminals, those who have a standing know each other, and some of the lowlifes have an idea of who we are. These people in front of me have their brains fried from drugs so much that they don’t recognize one of the people who have power over this state.

That matters not; they won’t be breathing long for them to remember who I am and I have no intention of dragging on this.

Coco still needs to be picked up from that old hag’s shop. I don’t like her working there, but that woman had convinced my princess that she needs help.

That manipulative witch, I click my tongue and aim my gun at the man’s forehead.

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