I never claimed to be a sane man. Decency was never my creed. I am forged in violence, my soul marinated in the chaos of brutality. Blood is my solace, a crimson elixir that quenches the fire within me. The symphony of cracking bones—it's my lullaby, a sickeningly sweet sound that brings me unspeakable satisfaction. Power isn't just something I wield; it's the force that pulses through my veins. I live to shatter the illusions of those who dare to stand before me, tearing down their façades of strength, reducing their ambitions to nothing more than shattered remnants soaked in despair. I revel in it all—the violence, the fear, the submission.

But not with her.