In his house eating popcorn three bags at a time.
He’s watching
“Tis time for torture, Princess.”
The titles misleading. It’s very sweet. He can’t stop watching.
Walking by the cliffs smiling, humming as he watches a bunny hopping through the grass.
A crack, like thunder, a boulder falling from the cliff towards the small creature.
His eyes widen as he leaps forward, the boulder cracking with his skull exploding into dust.
“Owww!”
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He’s grunting. Hand slamming down. Endlessly smashing his fist into a cliff wall.
His hands are red. Bleeding. Thinking about something he’s trying to forget. Burying himself in training.