THE MONSTER'S HEIR.

THEO'S POINT OF VIEW. He stood over me with a belt in his hand and a sick smirk on his lips. I would take it, as long as he never touched my mother or sister ever again. But when I have enough power and evidence, I’ll have him sent off to a prison dark enough to contain his madness. “You want to play hero so bad, huh?” He mocked, before swinging the belt again. It hit me in my back, and again, I hissed internally, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing my grunts. “You claim I’m sick, but you’re wrong, boy.” He spat, swinging his hands like he was a fucking monarch. “I am a legacy, something the world will never forget. And you-“ He stopped, swinging his belt again until he heaved a sigh of exhaustion. “Will take over from me soon. You cannot afford to be so weak. Soon you’ll realize just how much fun this is. You will wear what I want, eat what I want, fuck who I want you to fuck, you will do as I fucking want. It’s already in your blood, son. I see it, and soon, you’ll enjoy