The Rest of Them

There are mouthfuls of threats caught between his teeth, and the only question he asks himself is how creative he can get. Even after spitting them out, he still finds trouble underneath his tongue, and by the time everything comes out it starts all over again.

It’s not that he can’t stop, and more like his pride doesn’t let him stop. Besides, the weak live to define the strong, and that’s who his victims are – they allow themselves to be weak, and therefore define who he is.

They will wander, one by one, into the trap he’s set for them, because the strong always wait for others to fall first. So he waits and watches, because there’s no other source of entertainment quite as amusing as this – to see others go through a pain greater than he’s ever known so his own fears are soothed to forgetfulness.

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