I stood on the dazzling bright arena while holding up Taylor in my hand like a toy.
This felt good.
Right before so many eyes, showing my strength to them and making them internally revere me slightly… that feeling felt good, it made me feel like a god.
No matter how much you beat up people in the streets with others watching you. There, people only fear you because of your cruelty and think of you as a criminal.
But here at the arena, it felt like I was the chosen warrior sent up from hell to have fun. Even with how bad I hurt Taylor, people won't hate me… well they already do but not in the criminal sense though.
Wait a second… some already think of me that way as well.
As soon as reality set in my mind, I also hear a gurgling sound and see Taylor, writhing in my hand.
'Is the formula still working?'
Taylor gurgles a bit before only gasping. As if trying to breath in.
"Haagh…"
"Haagh…"
