The air became chilly as I just stared at the guy that had his head covered with a hack sack mask. "Say it." I said calmly yet again, loosening up my grip on my machete. The masked man sat on the marble flooring of the abandoned dimmed warehouse. I gripped the machete harder my knuckles turn white. "M-Merci" i let my machete slide across his neck letting his head drop to the floor the sack half way off of his face showing his pale cheeks.
"My work is never done." sighing cleaning off my blade putting it in the far corner of the warehouse, grabbing the heavy headless body carrying it to the back throwing it into the biohazard bin closing it while holding ny breath. Putting on my coat walking out thinking what im going to cook up for dinner for my kids.
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Merci
RandomPeople ask me why thats the last word i want to hear. The answer is simple. For revenge
