Chapter 6

The Predator

The expressions etched on her face rummaged up memories of that small bird Mama gifted me when I was twelve. Her wide eyes, filled with terror, mirrored the frightened gaze of that helpless creature.

I recalled the sickening thrill coursing through me as I held the small blade, the bird's frantic heartbeat pulsating against my palm.

As the last breath escaped the bird's fragile frame, leaving a void of silence, I felt no remorse, only a twisted satisfaction. Darkness engulfed me, staining my soul with the irreversible shame of my own evil.

Mama soon realised I didn't belong in the sanitised, stagnant world society preached as normal. And though Mama may have mourned the loss of her innocent child, she also recognized the fierce, untamed spirit that burned within me—a flame too wild to be extinguished by the confines of conventionality.

Papa said I was born to reign it. No doubts or questions.

When I confessed to him t