My life has never been easy. First off I was never normal. I was made. Created for one sole purpose: To protect my master and kill anyone he said no matter the consequences. I wasn't supposed to have feelings as they would get in the way of killing. I got punished when I did something I wasn't supposed to. Which was basically everything. If I looked at someone and hadn't been told to I got punished. If I moved or breathed without permission I got punished. Not just by my creator but by anyone who thought it necessary. I was never taught what love was. I didn't even know the word existed until I left. I had to get out. I couldn't do what they wanted me to do. There was no way I could kill someone and not feel pain. That was why I left... Or that's what I told myself anyway...
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