Kylo’s POV:
I smile wickedly at the splotches of crimson that stain my arms, my legs and my torso in the reflection. That poor, dragon male didn’t know what was coming for him when Scotty and I got down there and laid our hands on all the torture “toys”. Does that make me a sick man? Yes, it does. Do I care for it? No.
“I am a monster.” I say into my reflection of the mirror. I watch as my reflection responds with a knowing smile, my eyes flash between their usual pale to a more threatening dark. That is what I have always been. A monster. The Lord of Darkness and the keeper of a land where people go to perish. Why should I ruin that title now? I quickly take my dirty items of clothing off and jump in the shower, turning it up to extra hot just the way I like it against my skin. The ta
