Sweet Blondes

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Cassian The past Bloodshed, violence, and war doesn't scare me. I have never been interested in anything else but the power and to be able on controlling and becoming the next thing that people shall fear. As a child, I watched my father with cold fascination. He was ruthless, commanding respect through fear and dominance. He had no love for anyone, and I admired that. Love was weakness. Compassion was for the foolish. I swore to never let anyone control me, to never fall prey to such sentiments. Power was all that mattered, and I would stop at nothing to claim it. My first kill was when I was twelve. I didn't hesitate. The man had crossed me, and it didn't matter that he begged for mercy. I watched the life leave his eyes with a kind of satisfaction, knowing I had taken everything

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