= POV Chris =
"Dude, are you serious? I can just go crazy in here?" Amber asked, dragging the bat I had given her across the floor. The cheap wood already left a streak line as she did it.
"Yeah, my mom owns the entire apartment complex. She has a scream room where you can smash up an entire apartment, and she has people to come and fix it like it was brand new," I shrugged, my bat resting on my shoulder as I sauntered in behind Amber.
"So where are we going to start?" Amber asked eagerly, already poking at the TV.
"Anywhere and everywhere, except the guest bedroom. I want Sarah to feel like she has no choice but to let me into that room of hers that she banned me from," I said, glaring at the door, which is still ajar.
"Wow, she banned you from a room in your apartment?" Amber said and raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, what can I say? I made her feel safe enough to think she could do that and get away with it. Now I just need to convince her otherwise, you feel me?" I smirked, " You gonna help or what?"
"'Nough said," Amber grinned and swung her bat, laughing manicly as it collided with the TV, sending it flying back against the wall, shattering.
Several hours passed, and the apartment was in a dire state. We had smashed everything thoroughly, so I didn't have a single place to sit or stand without getting injured. Of course, we had to take our shoes and socks off.
"Hey, look, a glass bath," Amber said, grabbing shards and throwing them into the air. We shielded our eyes, but other than that, it was thrilling feeling the sharp bits and pieces rained down on us.
I laughed as Amber stomped down on a splintered piece of broken bed banister. "Heather is going to carry you around in her back pocket after this," I said.
"Heather is going to beg me to let me fuck her after this," Amber grinned " And when I hold her down, she'll feel sorry for the very arms that make her groan and cry out the way I want her to, instead of pushing them away," Amber said, kicking the coffee table and sending it flying into the wall, breaking upon impact.
"Dude, you are insane," I said as I removed my coat and lay down to roll on the ground with the splinters and broken crockery from the kitchen.
"Karate, Aikido, Krav Maga, Muay Thai. Basics. When you're the shortest, you are seen as the weakest. There is no room for failure," Amber said coldly as she rammed herself into a bookcase that dared to be still standing.
I nodded, sat up, and looked around at the destruction we had caused. There wasn't a single part of the house that had received some sort of damage; it was brilliant.
"Next, your place?" I asked, looking at Amber as she peeled herself away from the bookcase, nursing her arm.
"No, we got to get some dietary supplements and a lot of protein options. Then, we need to select a vice. Do you drink regularly?" Amber asked.
"Yeah, I'm an occasional drinker." I shrugged as I stood up, brushing off bits of glass and wood splinters off my body.
"Smoke?" Amber asked.
"No, I don't smoke," I said, feeling like gagging at the thought of it.
"Well, I don't drink; I only drink to come across as relatable. So That means I need to learn how to get proper wasted, and you need to learn how to smoke a cigarette as if your life depended on it. The idea is we need something tangible for them to "Fix," and vices are the perfect lure because they'll get such a boost of serotonin when we "Quit it for them"; they'll give us whatever we want as a reward." Amber grinned a toothy, predatory grin that made me glad I wasn't Heather.
"I like it. I'd do anything to get Sarah to give me what I want, even if it means…urgh, smoking. Let's go get some booze and cigarettes and practice being hooligans," I said, returning the grin. It was kind of liberating not having to hide how sick we were inside. Almost as liberating as feeling the blood drip down my arms. Every cut was a step closer to getting Sarah's heart beating again for me, just for me.
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