MaliciousMisery

 Laika reluctantly went downstairs. His body ached from hunger and he was sore from the beating he received. He didn’t care though, he still knew how he felt. These people… These intruders were more trophies for his father… The people he knew would be impressed by his kindness, taking in the single mother and her young children from the streets. Laika laughed. His father wasn’t a humanitarian, he was a perverted power hungry selfish man. He loved feeling that someone needed him. Laika stood in front of the large painting of Asbury, when his father and his closest friends first arrived in this place. It was much different n