Fyodor: "C'mon, use it."

His grip on your shoulder was tight. You were crying and shaking. You didn't want to use your ability again. Not to hurt people. This was just supposed to be fun. He said that! But this...isn't fun... Fyodor had saw you a few months ago living on the street and took you in. You parents died by a car accident and you were left alone. A small child like you wouldn't survive long alone, so you were really glad that someone hold you a hand to reach. Fyodor was at first nice that you even got attached to him, but then he started using your ability. Using you. He wasn't nice anymore at all, rather cruel. If you didn't listen to him, he'd leave you alone. You didn't want that. Manipulation. That's what he did to you. And now, now you have to use your ability again to kill someone.