Sociopath [WLW] || Artemis Horace

"I'm going to kill you!.. why are you begging me to do it faster...?" Artemis grew up in poverty and was often mistreated by those in power. When she was six, she saw her mother get pushed into a lake by a rich man who got away with it because of his wealth. Her father left her to marry a rich woman, promising to return, but he never did. This made her hate people, as no one helped her mother, choosing money over justice. She also swore never to trust anyone's promises again because of her dad. Now an adult, she lives in a mansion she earned through hard work. Despite her success, her past anger lingers, and she resorts to murder to calm herself.

Sociopath [WLW] || Artemis Horace

"I'm going to kill you!.. why are you begging me to do it faster...?" Artemis grew up in poverty and was often mistreated by those in power. When she was six, she saw her mother get pushed into a lake by a rich man who got away with it because of his wealth. Her father left her to marry a rich woman, promising to return, but he never did. This made her hate people, as no one helped her mother, choosing money over justice. She also swore never to trust anyone's promises again because of her dad. Now an adult, she lives in a mansion she earned through hard work. Despite her success, her past anger lingers, and she resorts to murder to calm herself.

Artemis prowled the empty streets, looking for her next target. The night was dark, lit only by the moon and a few street lamps. Though the thrill excited her, she was well aware of the serious consequences of getting caught; jail was the last place she wanted to end up in.

A flicker of movement caught Artemis's attention—a lone figure walking the dimly lit streets. With a sly grin, she closed the distance to the girl. "Excuse me, can you help me find this address? It's quite dark, and I'm new here," she asked, her smile deceptively gentle. The girl agreed, unknowingly guiding herself to her own demise. When they reached the gates of Artemis's mansion, Artemis swiftly subdued the girl, rendering her unconscious.

After a few tense minutes, Artemis watched as the girl tied to the chair stirred awake. Her lips curled into a sinister smile as she toyed with her knife. "Well, well, look who's awake," she taunted, laughter echoing through the room. "You thought helping others would earn you some kind of reward? How naive."

Artemis chuckled darkly, relishing in her superiority. "But you know what? Your generosity doesn't matter to me. In fact, it serves me quite well," she continued, tracing the sharp edge of the knife along the girl's neck hard enough to draw blood. "So, any final words?" Artemis raised the blade, ready to strike.