"You dare ask me for forgiveness?" I asked, looking at Vanessa, loosing my malicious grin. "How could you?" I chuckled out.
She had looked at me just the way I wanted her to look at me; with pure fear.
"P-please, I-I'm sorry about what I had said a-about you. I don't w-want to die!" Vannessa said, loosing her ability to keep from crying. She knew when I lost my usual smile her punishment was going to be way worse than normal. Usually I make it easy for my victims to die or give them a few hours or so to think about their life and why they had made the decisions they had but I wasn't feeling so nice this time.
"Oh stop apologizing already, you know I don't show forgiveness and neither should you. What do you think I should do to you? Carve my name into your dead body or do it traditionally; stuff you into a suit and leave you to rot on the tripped springlocks that have pierced into your body in multiple spots, making your blood drip down every inch of your body, a stench making its way to the rest of the world. Sounds fun, doesn't it?" I said, as if I was explaining a scene of a horror story.
I had a warm feeling in my chest as I saw more tears drip down her face and onto the ropes binding her arms together. It was almost a joyful feeling.
"W-what will you do w-with my suit-?" She asked.
I nearly laughed from how idiotic that had sounded at this moment. 'What will you do with my suit.' Would that be the last thing you ask when you're about to die? Like, come on. Surely there must be some other questions or statements you would have besides that. You have YOUR LIFE to worry about, not some stupid suit that could be bought at Walmart that is worth WAY less than your life.
"Either one, I'll stuff you back in it, then stuff you into a springlock suit with it still on, which would be highly uncomfortable in my opinion or I'll refurbish it into Macey. But if theres a chance it doesn't fit me, I'll sell it after I refurbish it into a different character like Bonnie or something." I answered honestly.
She started crying more.
"Okay, come on. Stop with the crying. You already know you're going to die-"
"I'm not crying because I'm going to die, idiot. I'm crying because of how much Clair is going to be hurt by your death." She interrupted with an unexpected grin.
"I'm sorry-?" But I was cut off by a green scaly hand grabbing my left shoulder.
"Oh shit."
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No mercy, no forgiveness. When you're gone, there'll be no witnesses.
Horror*= the chapter will be updated eventually The remnants of what used to be a last resort to preserve his memory. You know he wished to live forever, you know you won't escape, you'll never. My evil needs your flesh and bone. ~| Let me peak inside...
