Torture [h.s]

Mental

"Georgia you know ... You have hair just like her." Harry said while cutting...well rather ripping her out.

Every time he pulled off a chunk of Georgia's hair she would whimper and cry in pain, blood was now flowing like a dam from her head.

"Answer me! You evil thing!" Harry shouted.

"Leave me alone! You maniac!" She shouted.

But Harry paid no attention to her and pulled out an axe.

The girl's eyes went wide as she saw her awaiting death.

"No please don't. I'm really sorry. Please I beg you!" the girl shouted relentlessly.

" Tsk tsk, sweetie you should have think that before you called me a lunatic and slutting around campus hasn't really helped your case either."

The girl's cries were cut short as Harry slammed the axe and her blood poured out of her as her eyes turned lifeless.

He felt so satisfied.

Harry collected some of her blood and put it in a jar.

Afterall that was the special ingredient to his pancakes.