I laughed caught off guard when she so openly admitted her pleasure in tormenting others. I quickly closed my mouth but I smiled still played on my lips. I couldn't have told you what I found so amusing something about the honesty of the statement and the ease in her admission.<br/><br/>I stared down at the girl briefly considering Roger's words. The logic here was hard to grasp on good days, on days like today where I felt like I was running on fuses and willpower it was infinitely harder. Roger's little speech seemed to elude that I didn't want to end up like the girl on her knees before me. Of course I didn't want to be like her, just looking at her made me feel a bit of lothing and disgust, but I had the urge to scream at Roger's 'all of you are trying to turn me into her.'<br/><br/>Her dig at my weakness made me angry, like poking an old wound that had never healed. I stared down at the girl a sneer curling my lips. I really hated weakness in others and even more in myself. With out a second though to what I was doing, to who the girl was, I drew back my hand and back handed her hard across the face enough to turn her head and off set her balance.