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I look at my hand with greed.
Yearn, it’s what I feel.
To use it for killing.
I’ve never truly dominated my wand.
This hand, though...
Oh, this hand really is a proper weapon.
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I clench my metal hand around his pale neck, and beneath the tight grip of my powerful fingers I can feel his blood fighting strenuously to climb up his strangled carotid.
Then, few words.
A hesitation.
And suddenly it was my blood flow to fade, obstructed by the fatal vice.
While dying, I think of my mother, sitting alone in her living room
Before her, a finger in a box.
