PUNISH.
I am not afraid.
Of you...
You thought you had me.
That I would never break free.
You were unrelenting in your torment.
Wielding the weapon... you stood over me, hoping I would never figure it out.
It took a decade of work but I found it.
Your weakness.
The breaking point of your blade.
As you came towards me... to plunge it into my side once again, I reached up and shattered it.
You stood... in disbelief and at a loss.
I picked up the shattered blade... and put an end to your story in my life
Your control.
Your enslavement.
And I stand... scarred but still breathing.
The cycle ends here.
Yours faithfully,
Qavah.
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