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This was how it had started:
Anya tried.
Tried to give the captain his medicine. Tried to take responsibility.
But the sound of him choking...
It wasn't as easy for her to ignore the sound of his choking.
Knew why it had been easy for Him.
Knew that He liked it.
Knew all the reasons why, too.
He was a little man, desperate for power. Control. A simple fucking man, chasing after hormones, endorphins, pleasure. A speck in a universe that didn't care of them, that knew nothing they did truly mattered. No morals, no remorse. A speck trying to become a God, almost succeeding, for almost a moment. A hungry, ravenous animal, rutting without a care. Trying to fuck and fill anything it could.
A man. Just a man. Just one single fucking man.
He hadn't even needed the gun to make her do everything he wanted. That's how weak and pathetic she was. That was all it took.
Yes. That was why it happened. Why any of this was happening.
...
She felt small, too.
She just wanted to feel something, too.