DARKEST DESIRES

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♤♡DARREN◇♧

"You're fucking kidding me!" the man I've been interrogating for nearly an hour spits out, his words laced with blood and saliva. I'm taken aback by his defiance, despite the brutal treatment he's endured. "No, fuck you!" I retort, my frustration growing. I've tried everything to break him, even resorted to brutal measures like snapping off his fingers, but he refuses to yield. "What's wrong with you?" I demand, my anger boiling over. How can he still resist after all this?

I reach for a knife on the table, my eyes lingering on the array of weapons at my disposal. As I turn back to him, I ask, almost absently, "Do you prefer big or small...?" The question hangs in the air, and he raises an eyebrow, confusion etched on his battered face. "What?" he mutters, his voice barely audible.

"Do you like them big or small.
?" Making sizes with my arms. The man looks staggered.

"Big..." he utters, his voice laced with a sinister gleam of comprehension. "The bigger, the better." His chuckle sends a shiver down my spine as I nod in understanding, my mind racing with the implications.

"I prefer mine tight, though. Size is irrelevant," he adds, his eyes narrowing with an unsettling intensity. I'm starting to think he's completely deranged.

I discard the medium-sized knife and reach for a larger, more menacing one. "Is this big enough?" I ask, my tone dripping with venomous sarcasm. His eyes widen in terror as he realizes too late why I was inquiring.

I trace my finger along the razor-sharp edge of the knife, the metal glinting with a deadly precision. "Let me guess... you enjoy it rough, too." He knows his time is running out, but he can't resist indulging my twisted questions. He nods, his grin twisted and grotesque, his blood-stained teeth making him look like a macabre clown.

I shake my head in disgust, my mind reeling with the horror of it all. "Ih, don't do that... no." He's completely unhinged, and I'm trapped in this sadistic game with him.

I close in, my fingers dancing menacingly across the knife's razor-sharp edge. "I like it rough, too," I hiss, my voice dripping with malice. His eyes widen in terror as I taunt him, "You're a Saint, willing to die for your friends. How quaint. How pathetic."

With a vicious yank, I twist his curls around my fingers, pulling his head back with a cruel jerk. He grunts in agony, his face a mess of bruises and swelling from the relentless punches I've unleashed. My knuckles throb with a satisfying ache, a reminder of the pain I've inflicted.

As I bring the knife to his throat, its glinting edge seems to whisper sweet nothings, promising a slow and agonizing demise. He thrashes his head, desperate to scream, but my hand clamps down on his lips like a vice, silencing his cries. His eyes bulge, pleading for mercy, but I revel in his terror, my grip on his bindings tightening like a noose.

I suffocate his screams with my palms, reveling in the symphony of terror that echoes through my mind. His silence is futile; I'll extract every secret from his quivering body. With a swift, merciless thrust, I drive the knife into his throat, twisting it with a cruel flourish. His body convulses in a macabre dance, bones cracking like twigs as I savor every agonized twitch. His eyes bulge, frozen in a silent scream, as his life force ebbs away. I caress his lids shut, a mocking gesture of mercy, before unbinding his limp form. His body crashes to the ground with a sickening thud, his blood pooling like a dark halo.

I unroll the foil paper with a slow, calculated motion, revealing a gleaming expanse of silver. I push his lifeless body onto the unrolled section, the crinkling sound echoing through the silence like a death sentence. I continue unrolling the foil, meticulously covering every inch of his twisted form, ensuring not a single trace of evidence remains. I gather the severed fingers, arranging them alongside his body with a twisted sense of symmetry. This monster was a purveyor of unspeakable horrors - child trafficking, exploitation, and worse. My own darkness pales in comparison, but I've made it my mission to rid the world of such vermin. The thought of innocent children suffering at the hands of such beasts is an affront to my very existence. My actions may be brutal, but they are a necessary evil in a world that often turns a blind eye to such atrocities.