Masochist
"You have to abide to the Regulations unless you want to live longer."
My brother had said to me.
But the restriction only adds to my curiosity even more.
Even when I get scolded by many who saw me like a cockroach walking around in the corner, I have always been into violating the rules. It gets me aroused by the pain that travels in my body as punishment. Maybe because I have been embracing it in order to find something--anything that I can feel rather than the pain that numbs my body into incapability of doing so.
All because I get used to it.
But stealing is the most fucked up thing i did in my whole life to get me in this situation whereas I almost died doing.
And... this person gave what I have been craving along with his sinful promises and rewards. As though seeing me greed on it was like tasting the most delirious feast by its addicting smell. And I was like that in his predatory sight. A prey.
The thick web I get myself into was surrounded with people that no longer masked their personalities. As if being a part of the 7 sins have been a daily fashion show for all of the imbeciles that they mercilessly killed. So, I blend my own self in.
Realizing the guy has it all. He acted and thought like one. He gave a chance, and the prize is your life. He will lend then took. He will and he should.
And somehow... I am intrigued.
And it has nothing to do with how many directions my path has to take.