Dark drabbles

Pay the price

Some say to except your fate. But why? Why would you let someone write your story when you can write your own? My attacker seemed so confidant. Rushing out from within the alleyway. Dragging me into the shadows. They don't know me. They have no idea what I'm capable of. They thought it would be amusing to drag a knife over my cheek, crimson liquid spilling over my chin. Did the really believe that would inflict fear? The tables can turn in one second. Never let your guard down. My captor was too distracted by the bright liquid coating my check, that they didn't have a chance to react when I ripped the knife from his hands. Just because I'm a woman you doubted my strength? I now hold the power, the dominance, over my clueless attacker. I rammed the blood stained blade into his arm, relishing in the sound of his screams. I ruthlessly removed the knife from his damaged arm, smirking at the sounds of his pain filled cries. I drew the blade up to his neck. Oh how I love the neck. Such an easy kill. One swipe, and he's dead. Without a second thought I plunged the knife into his throat. Loving his choked gurgles, his failed attempt at creating words. The thick red liquid flowing down his slowly dying body. I cackled as I carved my mark into his flesh. He should have thought twice before attacking me. See you in hell, I smirked, before confidently striding out of the alleyway, leaving his damaged body behind.