“Why are you looking at me like that?”

part of him wanted to say that he was ‘sorry’ for what he was about to do, but what use would it be? he had gotten what he wanted and now? all he had to do was take care of her. once that was done, he’d have the house to himself, and the world would be at his fingertips. 

“you should have known this would have came eventually, liv.” one way or another… it always ended in death. that much he knew. “you’re just… no longer of any use.”

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