The bitch makes me so angry.  There are no other words to describe it but anger.  She disrespects me and I can’t have that.  My father would be so proud of me.   I taught her a lesson by breaking her hand into pieces, but she laughed like she had gone insane.  Has she lost her mind?  She felt feverish when I touched her forehead after she passed out.  So much…heat. I don’t want her to die.  

I want her to belong to me.  

 Her son does concern me though.  He is a little shit.  Why didn’t he live with Ev?  It makes no sense.  I would have known about him if he had lived with her.   That is something I am dying to know about.  I guess they didn’t get along and now he wants to be the good son and save her.  Well, that isn’t going to happen.  She belongs to me now.   The little shit should have been a better son.  He had his chance and what is up with the big retarded man?  

How did he know she was here?  He just knew it.   It was freaky the way he looked at me.   His face was all-slack and his eyes were spaced out.  The poor man has more problems than just being retarded.   I almost feel sorry for him.  Almost, but he could be a problem; him and that kid could be a big God damn problem.   

 I need to check on Ev.  She needs to take some more medicine.  I can’t take her to the hospital. That would be a colossal mistake, but she’s obviously sick or she wouldn’t have laughed like a hyena when I was using the hammer on her hand.   I grabbed an antibiotic pill and two Tylenol and went down  to the basement.  I woke her up and got her to swallow the pills with some water.  

 She looked at me with hazy eyes.  She felt very warm as well.  I am guessing she is running a fever due to the cuts on her back.  Goddamn bitch needs to just do what she is told.  She is like a wild horse.  She is harder to break than I thought she would be.  

 “Can I have some soup and a pain pill?” she asked me.   She looked pitiful.

 “I will go up stairs and fix you some soup,” I told her.   “Just relax.  How is your hand?”

 She swallowed and looked up at me with her hazel eyes.  “It hurts.”  There was a fiery hate burning in them. 

 I smiled at her.  “It’s supposed to hurt. “  

 I could tell she wanted to say something smart and disrespectful, but she didn’t.  “I suppose you’re right.”  

I stood to leave.   “I am always right.  You need to learn that.”

 I walked out of the basement wondering if she would ever learn that I was her master.  Her fate was in my hands.   She belonged to me.   I could snuff her out like a candle if I chose.     

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