The young boy screams in pain, as I twist the knife in his gut, his blood dripping to the handle of the knife.
"You think, that you can do anything, betraying me, un unacceptable," I say as I grip the knife tightly, slowly twisting it. His face becomes priceless with the searing pain left from the knife in his gut when I pull it out of him. His limp body falls to the ground, but still alive. I pull him up by his hair to reach my eye level, crouching down to him. He grits his teeth and looks at me with determination.
"I can do whatever I want," He spits in my face. I shove his head into the ground and pull him back up, his forehead dripping with blood. "Kill me."
"Oh honey, I won't do that," I say innocently. "I'll make you suffer." I grin as my knee comes in contact with his face. His body loses all consciousness after the second kick. I lie down his body on the ground.
"I loved you so much," I say as I kiss my lover's bruised lips. It's such a shame....staring at the ring he gave me still on my left hand.
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Short Stories
Short StorySometimes I feel like I need to write a short story, just to get out what I feel. Here is what I like to write down. :)
