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There is so , trying And you realize suddenly that you forgot it was a game, and turn away in tears

~Sylvia Plath~

CHAPTER ONE

A otten one I’d seen this proven too ht now I stood beside Gavin watching everything that rehts into the night

His body had been broken into pieces, si him away in compressed nondescript boxes that would soon be burned and then scattered miles outside of Crudele The stench of sawdust, body fluids, blood, and severed flesh still lingered inside e

It would need to be fuo back to Rhiannon

“Does this seem anti-climactic? Is it just me?” Gavin asked

“This is how it had to be”

His lack of response said he knew that too I wasn’t any more satisfied with this outcome than him I would have preferred that each piece of Dax be flushed down the toilet like the less piece of shit he was

Daxton had been a cousin through lia tree He’d proven to be a disloyal snake years ago and that’s what led to hi a pawn Now that he'd been used to his full extent, he had to be disposed of It was the natural cycle of life for those eren’t worth the air they breathed

He'd stillout of Crudele permanently

I couldn’t wait to do the sanificant toas it fading away in my rearview round, but it still had a purpose to serve once I was long gone

Unlike my recently departed cousin, my name wouldn’t be reduced to aa little otten It would continue to be spoken just as I would go on to become more prominent

Crudele wasup on a GPS and say I was here once if ever asked of my whereabouts It held no sentimental value whatsoever I didn’t understand how the people here settled for such mediocracy