𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 | 18+ | ✓

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*listen to the song while reading if you wish!*

trigger warning- gore, blood, and mention of sexual assault. read at your own risk -jax

"i might be cold hearted, but betrayal still hurts." -salem woods.

𝐒 𝐀 𝐋 𝐄 𝐌
༺♱༻

I twirled the gun around in my hand. The guy in-front of me struggled against the chain bindings of his arms. His face was bloodied, his body was bruised and shaking. The sight was quite pleasant I must say.

"Please let me go." he cried. Tears stained his cheeks as he pleaded. Call me insane, but his weeps reminded me of angel-like calls.

A sigh, "No can do, Holmes." my hand quickly gripped the gun and my finger flew to the trigger, pulling and hitting him in the knee. The man let out a scream in agony.

William Holmes. He was famous for raping children. Me being one of the unlucky victims, this is my final revenge. He'd no longer be able to touch anything after this. Not even heavens gates.

"You know..." I trailed off. "You may not recognize me now, but maybe if I was, I don't know, let's say 15 years younger," I paced around, "you would." I tilted my head while smiling.

He whined, "I don't know what you're talking about."

My chest rumbled with laughter. I raised a brow, "Very funny. Does the name Salem Woods ring a bell?"

His eyes widened enough to almost pop out their sockets, "Look, that was so long ago. I'm changed now. I promise. Just please let me go." he pleaded, using the same ole' pathetic fucking plead.

"It's weird because those sound like the same words I used on you. 'please just let me go' but you know what." I chuckled, grabbing a saw and stepping towards him.

"You pushed your tiny fucking dick into me as soon as I said them." I pulled the cord to the saw and started it up. The blades spun and vibrated. His eyes widened in fear.

"Please no!" he screamed as I took the blade down to his family jewels. It sawed off in one little slice.

I grinned in satisfaction.

"What happens to disgusting people?" I asked as I grabbed the knife off the weapon table.

He whimpered as the cold blade came in contact with his swollen and bruised neck.

"I don't know!" he cried.

I pressed the knife deeper into his skin, letting the blood collect on the beautifully sharpened blade.

"They fucking die." I spat. The knife stabbed into his skin and pierced through his neck.

Blood flooded out of him, he took his last breath as he choked on his disgusting blood.

"Clean it up." I commanded the men leaning on the wall opposite to me, watching.

They rushed over in fear and began cleaning up the pools of blood, and the skin from my damage.