What a question, I thought. I layed my head down on the floor, relaxing my body. “I would assume.” I replied, glancing up at Kameka. But, Alejandro seemed rather unhappy about the question. He looked at her with worried eyes, scrunching his face. “But, I’m your husband.”

Kameka turned to him, smiling with a malicious innocence. “I know.” Her words were quick, sharp, and dull. Similar to what she pulled out of her pocket and slashed his throat open. I would be shocked, but everything wasn’t shocking anymore. 23 girls I once knew were dead in a matter of a week. There was nothing too bewildering at all left.

He clutched his throat, blood rushing past his fingers. Alejandro collapsed next to me, throat beginning to make a puddle as he took his final breaths. The blood began to soak into my hair, but I was too exhausted to move. I let it touch into the roots of my hair, just letting out an exasperated sigh.

Yet, despite what just happened, Kameka remained calm. She sat down right in front of my feet, crossing her legs. Her hand moved to the blade, beginning to lick the blood right off of it. She was simultaneously cutting her tongue at the same time, but I didn’t have the heart to tell her.

“So, you’re just gonna let him die?” I asked. “That seems like a pattern with you. You leave things.” Kameka didn’t seem to take that lightly. She stopped sucking the knife, slowly dragging it out from between her lips. She cocked her eyebrow, chuckling at me while waving it around in circles.

“Well..” She shifted in her position. “I can always just remake him. It doesn’t matter.” Kameka shrugged, tossing the blade to the floor. “Well, I mean, your friends, I can’t. That’s out of my power, unfortunately. I don’t care about him, really. He’s a mindless slave to me. His favorite color? No idea. But his darkest secrets? Those I know well. I made him, after all.”

I couldn’t comprehend how selfish she was. “So, you made him for your amusement? Not even for everyone else? You think everything revolves around you, don’t you?” I growled at her, before her eyes went slim.

“I could have let you die, too, Zamira. But look at us here! Having a civilized conversation. I could have made you add to the body count. Yet, Im so kind I let you live. Be grateful.” I eyerolled at her final comment, groaning. “I’ve gone through this talk with you forever.”

“Why did you even ask if it was legal? Aren’t you above the law, because you’re literally a Goddess? That’s so pointless.” She seemed to hate anything I said, turning over onto her side. Kameka shook her head, shrugging. “I like to see them think there’s hope for them. Watching the hope drain from their eyes is thrilling. You would know. The way you slowly watched the life drain from Danika.. I wanted to combust right!-“

“Okay, okay!” I shouted. “I get it. You’re a rip off Junko Enoshima.” I ran a hand through my hair, getting my hand bloody on accident. “Who?” She asked. I chuckled, shaking my head. “It’s hard to completely hate you. You’re also oblivious.”