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"Why did you do it, Mr Flint?"

A simple enough question; A rather more complex answer.

I was hungry, desperate to feel the pale skin, taut along his jaw, bruise beneath my knuckles.
I was desperate, needed to feel him writhe and squirm, to feel him struggle to escape what I knew he wanted.
I needed it, engulfed by a sense of righteousness and drunk on the power that lay within my muscles.
It swallowed me whole. A thousand sensations running through nerves I never knew had lain dormant beneath my skin for years.

"Because I felt like it, Headmaster."



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