Chapter 40
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I remember, back in my neighborhood, there was this guy who owned a bunch of
dogs-like, five of them. They were all different sizes and colors, but he loved
them all the same. I used to watch him take care of those dogs, wondering how
he managed to handle such a lively bunch.
One day, as I was passing by his house, I saw him doing something strange.
One of his dogs had made a little mess on the floor, and instead of just cleaning it
up, he grabbed the dog by the collar and pushed its nose into the urine. I was
puzzled, watching this unfold from a distance. It seemed harsh, and I couldn't
quite grasp why he was doing it.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to strike up a conversation with him
about his unconventional method of dog training. I mean, I had never seen
anyone do that before. As I approached him, he looked up from his task, a bit
surprised that someone was taking an interest in his dog training techniques.
“Hey there,” I grested him, trying not to sound too nosy. “I noticed you doing
something with your dog just now. What's that all about?”
He looked at me, and with a knowing smile, he explained, “Oh, that's just a little
trick I learned to train them not to mess indoors. It's all about teaching them a
lesson, you know?
I was intrigued but also a bit skeptical. I mean, dogs are smart, but rubbing their
noses in their own pee? It sounded a bit harsh to me. Still, I nodded, inviting him
to share more about this curious method.
He started telling me how dogs have this incredible sense of smell and how
associating the smell of their urine with a negative experience could discourage
them from doing it indoors. I listened, absorbing his explanation like a sponge
soaking up water.
He continued, describing the importance of timing and consistency in the training
process. It wasn't just about punishment; it was about creating a clear
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connection between the unwanted behavior and the consequence.
Dogs, he said, are quick learners, and if you get the timing right, they can
understand what you want from them.
Victor, with his careless attitude and the chaos he’s left in his wake during this
Mating Run. It's like he’s been running amok, leaving destruction in his path
without a care in the world. And I can’t help but think, what if I could make him
face the consequences of his actions in a way that he understands?
The notion of metaphorically rubbing Victor's face in the mess he’s created takes
root in my mind. It's not about physical harm but about making him confront the
aftermath of his choices. Maybe, just maybe, it could be a way to teach him a
lesson, a way to communicate the gravity of what he’s done.
It's not about revenge or cruelty. It's about responsibility and accountability. The
dogs, in that man’s care, needed to understand the connection between their
actions and the consequences. Could the same principle be applied to Victor,
who seems to roam through this Mating Run like it's some kind of game?
grab Victor by the collar and pull him out of his cushy shack. He's shouting,
protesting, but I'm past the point of caring about his tantrums. This is about
consequences, about making him face the aftermath of his reckless actions
during this chaotic Mating Run.
His screams ring in my ears, but I don't let it faze me. Instead, I guide him
forcefully towards a thick branch, the rough bark pressing against his back. He
stumbles, and for a moment, he seems disoriented — a rare sight for someone
who usually walks with the arrogance of a king. But not today.
I shove him against the branch, not too harshly but enough to let him feel the
weight of his own body against the sturdy wood. He glares at me, anger flashing
in his eyes, but I'm on a mission, a mission to show him the consequences of his
deeds.
Victor, always treating everything like a joke, a game. But not this time.
“Stay still,” I order, my voice firm. He smirks, as if he finds the whole situation
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amusing, as if my actions are merely a prelude to some twisted entertainment.
But I'm not playing games. This is real, and he’s about to learn just how real it is.
His defiance only fuels my determination. With a swift motion, I pounce on him,
pinning him to the ground. His protests turn into a mix of surprise and
annoyance. Maybe he didn't expect me to take such bold action, to confront him
head-on,
I check his pockets, searching for something, anything that can serve as a
tangible representation of the chaos he’s caused. Victor squirms beneath me,
treating the whole ordeal like a joke, like I'm about to assault him. But I'm not
here for physical harm — I'm here for something that will make him understand.
A slap lands on his cheek, the sound echoing in the forest. I can see the shock in
his eyes, the momentary break in his arrogant facade. “Shut up,” I command, my
patience wearing thin. He's always had a way of pushing buttons, but not today.
Today is about consequences.
I continue my search, my fingers delving into his pockets. His attempts at witty
remarks and smirks fall on deaf ears. I need to find it, that one thing that will
serve as a symbol of the destruction he’s left in his wake.
Finally, my fingers brush against something familiar — a rectangular shape. I pull
it out, a cigarette pack. Victor's eyebrows raise, as if to say, “Is this what you
were looking for?” But it's not just the cigarettes; it's what comes next that will
drive the point home.
Digging further, I find a lighter.
The missing piece to the puzzle.
He doesn’t get it. Not yet.
I rise from my position, leaving him on the ground. The forest is still, as if awaiting
the next move in this impromptu play of consequences. Victor dusts himself off,
smirking again, thinking he’s outsmarted me somehow.
But I have a plan.
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The flickering flame of the lighter illuminates the darkness as I approach Victor's
shack, a determination burning within me. The forest, with its ancient trees and
hidden secrets, seems to hold its breath, as if anticipating the climax of this
confrontation.
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Victor his eyes narrowing as he realizes my intent. “What are you doing, Alina?”
he sneers, the arrogance still lingering in his voice. But I'm beyond
words; actions speak louder.
The shack, once a haven for Victor's careless whims, stands before me — a
symbol of his disregard for the consequences of his actions. With the lighter in
hand, I hover over the corner of the structure, the flame dancing on the tip of the
metallic wand.
“This is for everything you've done,” I mutter, my voice low but resolute. The
forest, with its ancient wisdom, becomes a silent witness to the impending act.
The lighter descends, and the flame meets the wooden surface.
It catches.
The shack ignites, the flames devouring the wood like a hungry beast. Victor's
eyes widen, panic setting in.
“You're insane, Alina! What the hell are you doing?”
Victor shouts, his voice a desperate plea. But I've made up my mind.
The fire rages, the crackling flames echoing through the forest. The shack, once
a symbol of Victor's carefree existence, is now consumed by the inferno. The
orange glow casts dancing shadows on the trees, creating a chaotic ballet of light
and darkness.
Victor lunges at me, his anger transforming into a desperate attempt to stop. the
destruction. “You'll pay for this!” he roars, his hands reaching for me. But I
sidestep his advance, the flames acting as a barrier between us.
I can feel the heat on my face, the warmth of the fire intensifying with each
passing second. Victor, in a fit of desperation, tackles me to the ground. The
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jars my body, but I don't resist. The shack is already ablaze, and no physical.
altercation can change that.
The flames reflect in Victor's eyes, mirroring the chaos he’s wrought. “You've lost
your mind!” he snarls, pinning me to the ground. But I just laugh, a manic sound.
that blends with the crackling of the fire.
“It's all burning, Victor. If I burn, you burn with me.”
I retort, my laughter echoing through the fiery chaos.
The shack continues to burn, the flames reaching higher, licking the sky like
hungry tongues. The crackling sound is deafening, drowning out the echoes of
Victor's protests. The forest, with its ancient trees, stands witness to the
unraveling
drama.
I manage to break free from Victor's grasp, the flames casting a wild glow on our
entangled bodies. He watches, helpless, as I stand, my laughter ringing throught
the chaos. “This is your consequence, Victor. Face it!” I declare, my voice cutting
through the roar of the fire.
His eyes widen, a mix of rage and shock. “You're enjoying this, aren’t you?” he
accuses, as if my laughter is a confirmation of his worst suspicions. And in that
moment, I am. I revel in the chaos, in the destruction that mirrors the havoc he’s
sown.
As the shack crumbles in on itself, a shower of sparks ascending to the night sky,
Victor launches himself at me again. But it's too late. The flames have claimed
their victory, reducing the structure to embers and memories.
I laugh like a maniac, the sound echoing through the clearing. “You thought your
could play without consequences, Victor. Welcome to reality!” I taunt, the flames
reflecting in my eyes. The forest, with its eternal presence, seems to absorb the
remnants of the blaze.
Victor, defeated and furious, glares at me. “You'll regret this, Alina. I promise you
that,” he seethes, his threats lost in the crackling symphony of the dying fire. But I
don't care. In this moment, the burning shack is a metaphor for the chaos he
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unleashed, a tangible representation of consequences.
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The night air carries the scent of
burnt wood, a poignant reminder of
the reckoning that unfolded. The
forest with its ancient trees as silent
witnesses, stands unaffected by the
turmoil below. The flames may have
consumed the shack, but the
consequences will linger in the air, a
lingering reminder of the choices,
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I step away from the fading blaze, the remnants of Victor's shack now reduced
to smoldering ruins
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The forest is sent, except for the
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crackling embers and Victor's
frustrated grumbling. I watch him sift
through the remments of his
burned—down shack, his annoyance
evident in the way he curses under
his breath. The air is thick with the
sorid scent of charred wood, a stark
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Victor's hands move hastily through the ash and rubble, desperately searching
for something salvageable. He’s muttering, his voice a low growl, a testament to
his aggravation. The forest, with its ancient trees towering overhead, seems to
absorb the tension that hangs in the air.
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A sharp hiss cuts through the quiet
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as Victor's fingers make contact with
a smoldering piece of debris. He
recoils, his burnt fingertips meeting
the cool air, and frustration etches
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deeper lines on his face. It's a scene
of desperation, a futile attempt to
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I stand at a distance, watching the spectacle unfold. Victor shoots me accusatory
glances, his anger now directed at the invisible force that orchestrated the
destruction. His eyes meet mine, and there’s a burning resentment within them.
“Damn it, Alina! Look what you've done!” he exclaims, his words punctuated by
the frustration that boils within him. I resist the urge to roll my eyes as I hear his
accusations. He's blaming me, but it was his own recklessness that led to this
fiery
end.
I can't help it — a laugh escapes my lips, a mixture of amusement and defiance.
“You played with fire, Victor. What did you expect?”
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His burnt fingers clench into fists, and the remnants of his carefree attitude are
replaced by a simmering rage. “This isn’t a joke, Alina! My things, my shelter — all
gone because of your insanity-!"
I cut him off with a smile.
“Familiar, isn't it?”
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