He spent all of his life that he could remember forcing himself on others, domination through terror. That was how he preferred it; it was the purest form of control. Security. Willingness suggested a knife behind the back.
Some people were champions of love and forgiveness. Volgin had decided long ago that he was pure hatred.
He took his cigar, rolling it between his fingers as a thoughtful purr rolled in his large chest. His spit had soaked well into the end.
"Quite impressive.
"I wish to extend an invitation to you to fight me. I'm bored. Not many men can stand up to me. Too many piss themselves before I even raise a finger." A dark chuckle. "Maybe you could make my life interesting again."
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Good.
He spent all of his life that he could remember forcing himself on others, domination through terror. That was how he preferred it; it was the purest form of control. Security. Willingness suggested a knife behind the back.
Some people were champions of love and forgiveness. Volgin had decided long ago that he was pure hatred.
He took his cigar, rolling it between his fingers as a thoughtful purr rolled in his large chest. His spit had soaked well into the end.
"Quite impressive.
"I wish to extend an invitation to you to fight me. I'm bored. Not many men can stand up to me. Too many piss themselves before I even raise a finger." A dark chuckle. "Maybe you could make my life interesting again."