I once was a hero.
Until she kept me as her captive, tortured me, and killed my brothers.
She bred a monster.
Nothing could stop me from seeking revenge.
But it was over so quickly–her easy death a mercy she didn’t deserve.
For a decade, the burning rage of what she did has transformed into something uncontrollable.
Something I want to feed.
Something I crave to unleash.
I want to make her pay.
Over and over and over again.
Finding the evil, spoiled women sates my ravenous, vengeful soul.
I hunt. I capture. I destroy.
Slowly. So slowly.
One, two, three, four, five…
And now six.
I’m wicked and sadistic.
I am Cold Cole Heart.
My mission is death and their payment to me has come due.
Number six thinks she is different.
Yet when I look at her, I see them.
She will pay. They always do.
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