Minacious

He wept silently; hyperventilating. As he used his last straw. ”This will take every once of strength not to go against the order” he said. The swift plan was to strike in a flash. Thus, kill her softly. In return, he never acknowledged nor understood how one individual can possibly possess such magnitude of evil. Timothy has gone through profound transition in such small duration of time in order to prove himself. Almost, to the point of loosing himself to the monster that resided within his inner deepest part of his soul, that he knew was their since his childhood years. “How malevolent,” he said to himself as he gotten close to slitting her throat. Suddenly, he was reminded of his beloved grandmother from the tremendous pure sadistic cruelty he possesses and adheres to, that couldn’t go unnoticed. Which contradicted everything he knew of her. “What a beautiful soul” he said thinking to himself. He remembered what she had said to him, “you’re cut out of a different fabric kiddo. Therefore, you should maintain goodness at all times and always try to be the bigger man.” Suddenly, he stopped the blade one inch away from her neck and abruptly threw away his sword. Then the sword fell down on the floor creating a metallic sound that reverberated in the room scaring the corporate swine of a woman. Timothy angered by his actions. Hence, yelled out! “I am sick and tired of these motherfucking snakes, on this motherfucking plane.” The end.