Katherine.
I wish I could say I hated torturing her. That I hated hearing her screams of agony. The sizzle of skin. The smell of burning flesh.
I didn't.
It was something she had coming. It was 145 years overdue.
The stories she tells paint pretty pictures, but they gloss over the cruelty of it all.
The lying and deceit.
The betrayal.
The deaths.
We died for her, Damon and I. We died for something that didn't even matter in the end.
This love that she keeps rambling on about is such a load of bullshit. She's not in love with me. She never has been. I'm her toy, and when she was done with me, she threw me in her little toy chest and forgot I was there. Now all of a sudden, I'm supposed to believe that she yearned for me all these years?
Liar.
Lying dead piece of shit.
What bothers me the most about this whole thing is her faked death. Why did she do it? To fulfill what purpose?
And how will this affect us?