Disease

The Hawthorn tree.

You can eat the berries. Taste the juice. 

But the seeds are the deadliest part. 

And I was going to become the seed. 

I was going to be the cyanide that destroyed Ollie and everything he valued. 

The Set-what was left of them anyway-were going to pay for what they did to me. For the torture they put me through. 

They drowned me. 

Drugged me.

Humiliated me. 

But I was not going to let them take my dignity.