The tall ginger haired man stood hunched over a table, looking over the newest plans Director Kane had given him. He scrunched his face in mock concentration, instead listening to the soldiers.
They often had quite a few choice words to say about him, rumors. But a lot of it was disgust.
Red wouldn't allow himself to show any emotion to the whispered comments, the slurs said about him.
He wouldn't allow himself to respond to the term "demon" no matter how much it hurt.
To "pet", no matter how much it hurt.
To everyone else, he was a monster. Someone who loved bloodshed.
But little did they know he loathed it. But it made the Director happy, which was the only state of emotion where she wasn't completely dangerous.
The man ran his fingers over his eyepatch, feeling the void underneath.
And little did they know what she could do.
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Corrupted (temp. title)
General FictionA sadistic woman wants to take over the world. Focuses on her right hand man. A/N: So until I get time to actually sit down and write chapters, deal with the snippets, my dudes.
