I cannot forget where I have come from. I was hidden away from the world, used as a tool. I would kill and return to the den that was my supposed home.
They trained me, fed me, clothed me. Why was I not grateful for their gifts? Why was I not appreciative of them allowing me to draw breath? The others had not been so lucky. Am I the only pet they keep now?
The days dragged on endlessly. Mindless murders. All done quietly and effectively. It only took one touch. One brush of my skin against theirs. Their terror set my soul on fire. I reveled in the silent screams of their expressions.