A Night of Pleasure and Wrath

One night. Three strangers. A newfound resentment I can’t shake.

They say bad things happen in threes. For me, however, the fourth came in the form of Club Rapture. Locked in until morning, I'm forced to face unknown truths about myself, especially the lengths I’m willing to go to for praise.

The Bloodied Skulls took everything that night. Stripped me bare and left me to pick up the pieces. Abandoned. Humiliated. Thrown into the shadows where my anger festered.

Since then on, I seek to find them and reap my revenge. They taught me to find pleasure in my pain, yet a bitter taste of anguish is all I’m left with. Until their blood coats my hands and they beg for my mercy, I won’t stop. This time, I’ll be in control, and they’ll be the ones eager to submit.