The Weapon Audition

I can picture it vividly. He can't escape me. No one can. He's mine. Mine to break. Mine to mold. I will shatter him into a thousand pieces. This is maddening. Why do you resist me? I could make you submit to me with a mere thought. Oh, let him fight back. It will make his fall all the more delicious. And when he's broken, I will put him back together just the way I want him. Then he will belong to me.