How does cruelty come so easy for you? How can I learn it?
Who said it came easily?
If cruelty came easily, I’d have had the world under my thumb by thirty-five. I’d also have been a monstrous asshole the scale of which would beggar the imagination… but this doesn’t sound like a version of me that would have cared.
In this reality, my cruelty is hard-won and wary. And honestly, part of how I became comfortable with it was in making it more difficult… I have expectations for myself. I want to fuck with her mind so comprehensively that she can only admire my craftsmanship as I’m cutting her down and carving her up.
As for learning… don’t try to force it. Like I said, assholery abounds. Sadism is a scalding bath in which you should settle trepidatiously and with respect for the medium in which you are immersed.
It’s a calling, not a making.