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Watching her cry was quite a sight. She was making a huge mess of herself, cussing out loud at Dawson and swearing to get her revenge on him.
She was emotionally and psychologically f****d up. At this point, she was ready to do anything, however dirty it would be, just to get back at Dawson for the humiliation he had just put her through.
It made her the perfect target for my plans. Destroying Dawson was my reason for existence. Bringing him to crumble was my destiny. But I could never achieve that alone. I needed allies. Folks that had as much resentment as I had for him. Or even more.
Bittered folks who wouldn't mind doing anything; going to any length; shedding blood, just to have their revenge.
Anger was the strongest emotion ever, and it tended to blindfold its victims.
