The Story of Blood and Roses Chapter 48 I Enjoy The Terror

"I didn't expect anything less from you, Anthony. You're all sorts of brilliant and emotions are one thing that I don't think I want you to possess. That will just make you weak in my eyes. I don't want you weak." I want a competitor who I can rejoice in when I win against them.
"Emotions are not a sign of weakness, kitten," he argued, quietly.
"When it comes to you, it is. I've put you on a high pedestal that I don't want to dethrone you from. I might just walk out if the image of your invincibility falters." It was the truth. The fire in my veins to avenge the death of my mother burned because I had put him on this imaginary throne where there was no one as evil as him, as ruthless or brilliant as him. His mere presence made me want to ruin him just because he was this... evil protagonist in my life. This uncanny longing for the evil one was both a curse and a boon. It just made my blood burn with greater intensity. I wanted to fight him at all costs, just so that I could get an upper hand, but it was a stupid thing to do. If he liked our heated discussions or not, I didn't know, but it seemed like it was a much-needed phenomenon for both of us. It gave us the anger we needed to get through the day. The evil one had slowly become my only purpose in life.
Ruin him. Annihilate. Conquer.
A violent need, it was.
"I won't deny that I lack emotions, but you're calling me an emotionless monster, my sweet little kitten," he told me, his voice still low. His face was unreadable. If he was offended, he didn't let on.
"Aren't you?" I reasoned. "You've made yourself out to be a monster in all these years, haven't you?" bitterness laced my voice. Images of my mother's corpse flashed in front of my eyes. My body shook violently, protesting against the mental intrusion, trying to get as far away from possible from the possible killer of my mother.
"Monster I am, but emotionless, I'm not. Emotions, the little that I possess just spur on my darker side. Therefore there is a lack of emotion, not a total absence, my kitten. I can't be a cold bastard and make people fear me as much as I can when feelings make others fear me more. I enjoy the terror." He stared right at me with those expressionless eyes.
"Monster," I think I choked out a laugh after I uttered the words. "Emotionless thou art not, master, but evil." He cocked a brow at me for using early modern English, something that screamed 'are you sure you are not out of your mind?' at me. "How did we end up having this conversation, again?"
"I think you were accusing me of being a heartless bastard and overworking my people?" The brow remained cocked. It made me wonder about the amount of control he had over his body. First, that trick with keeping his voice down and now with the cocked brow holding trick.
I almost burst out laughing when I imagined him trying to do that eat the Oreo placed on your forehead by using your face muscles thing they showed on A minute to win it. Anthony must have sensed my amusement and demanded I explain.
"Sorry, boss, I'm not gonna say. This servant of yours needs some rest. My mind is too heated to function right now."
"I asked you to get some sleep. Try to control your compulsion to not sleep and get some rest. You'll need it." I nodded at his barked command. He was the boss after all and I was lucky that he had not chewed my head off for disrespecting him... again.
"I'll try, master." The slips were hard to hold back, and it seemed that the day had been too hard on me. He ignored my little taunt much like the previous one—for which I was extremely glad and pointed his hand towards the door.
'Yup, that's him dismissing me'.
It was then I realized that my restless sleep had finally gotten to my head. I shook my head in disapproval, shoved my hands down the pockets of my jeans, tucked my head down and walked out of the room in a hurry. My cell phone vibrated in my back pocket signaling an incoming text, but I didn't fetch it out and check who it was.
I got to my car and sat down. My heart was thumping strongly against my ribcage, adrenaline still pumped through my veins as if preparing me for an ambush. I sucked in a deep breath and lifted my hips to reach out for my cell.
I clicked the text open and a smile formed as I finished reading it.
[I don't need you at my disposal for the next few days. I'll inform you if you are needed. –The Monster.]
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