[3] Act 2: Unmasked

I carelessly forgot to tell the others to not give me away to those I knew. We entered the city and had no true danger come about until an owlbear sent a pack of wolves running. Evindel and Armin were able to kill it, but Sylas killed a fleeing wolf. Claimed it was coming at him. I never knew him to be an idiot, but cruel... Yes. The man could be cruel. Armin seems a knight in all things, getting in his face about the innocent life he took. It was then he asked me if what Sylas said was true... Addressing me by my name. It was an innocent enough mistake on his part, but I froze. I saw the recognition in their faces. Oh they remember me... But I was surprised when they did nothing. I guess it sort of makes sense... I didn't do much when I found them. Perhaps they are plotting just as I was.
 
But damn! All the plans I'd dreamed up hinged on them being unaware I was there until the moment I wanted them to know. The moment I took to show them that I was the one who'd kill fucking Sylas. Wayne... I am still conflicted. Up until the day he held me captive he'd been kind to me... But so had Sylas. His game was just more cunning and... I'd only admit it here. It hurt more. Like a foolish girl I felt something for him and he used it. Wayne... I still can't make out if he knew or not. If he was just as guilty.
 
Maybe... No. Sylas knew what he was doing. The man knew Rene. And even if he didn't know what I'd endure, it isn't like he'd care. There was no petitioning for me to be treated well. He bartered and sold me. And Wayne handed me off just as well. Gods, I wish I could have them under my heel. Rip the reasons from them like that owlbears claws. If only I had such a power. If I am to escape them... If I ever am to kill them. ME. Not those who think they can protect me... It will have to be carefully planned. No mistakes... If only I had the cunning cruelty of Sylas. Perhaps I could devise such a thing. Fucking all that drinking has fogged my head... I should have just shot them down when I found out! DAMN MY BRAIN! MY BODY! Freezing up when I should have just LUNGED! Ripping them apart with my own teeth! If only my panic could feed the anger I'd be feasting... But I am not. I starve in my fear as the pathetic, worthless, changeling bitch I am.
 
My story should have ended there. I should have just hung myself from that window instead. Then this pain would be over, and short lived.
If only I could inflict those memories onto THEM. Oh what a fitting torture. If only I could. And then force them to keep living with it. Yes, I should figure how to ruin them as they have ruined me. The only question... is how?
 
Now we enter the temple after an ambush of drakes... It feels eerie. And I hope I haven't lost my chance.