The Dark Cycle

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No grin appeared on her face. No satisfaction was to be found in the fear that she just instilled in the man before her. Focus and discipline. Do never show emotions. You're the one in control. That's what her training said. But again...

She fought down the doubts. Damn, the rush ended quickly. Composing herself, glad that her now-prisoner could not see her face or body, she continued using the same, icy voice.

"I like this idea. I believe you have invited me too, haven't you?"

It wasn't supposed to be funny or humourous, no, it was playing a role. She pretended to be that cold-hearted bastard that just ran around killing people. A mask, like so many before. And after a few seconds, this mask fitted her perfectly, and rather than pretending to be, she became that person. Deep inside, she hid herself from the monster she just unleashed.