You're Mine

CARNAGE

tw // blood, gore, death

I hastily place my foot on the pedal and speed off. I don't have my phone, only my bag of tools. After that conversation, I need desperate release. Sitting next to me is my bag filled with anything I can use. A bat, a knife, a box cutter, a hammer, and some other trinkets I picked up from stores and my garage.

While pursuing Zhongli, I found comfort in the suffering of others. Controlling their pain. Watching the life fade from their eyes knowing that I'm the last thing they'll see. It's beautiful. I can control these urges usually by hunting some birds, but it's times like these where I need something more. Something that puts up a fight. You know, my final wish is to die alongside Zhongli. Wouldn't that be romantic? The thought of the one you love the most being the one who will leave the earth with you. They'd be the last one you see before you close your eyes for good. The face you'd remember and bring with you after your demise. Their willingness to die with you filling you with joy just before your last breath. Like I said, romantic, right?

I turn into a car park of a bar. I open the latch in front of me to a pocket where I store my fake ID and credit card before getting out and walking inside. It's full with old bastards who reek of sweat and beer. That's good. They'll be easy targets.

I wrap my arms around an old man who sat on a barstool. He seems startled but doesn't mind my arms around his neck. I whisper in his ear as gently as I can, and I feel his body stiffen.

"What do you say we get out of here, hm?" I say as sweetly as possible.

"A little fast, aren't you? Don't you want to get a drink first? It's on me," replies the old man.

"I don't drink. Besides, I think I'd feel better if I was sober," I smile.

"You look young. How old are you?" asks the old man.

"I'm 21. How old do you think I look?" the lie rolls off my tongue with ease.

"21, huh? Then why not? I'll show you a good time, pretty boy." Ew. But how can I complain? I do this to myself.

The old man gives the bartender some money for what he had already drank and says that he'll be back later. What an idiot. His arm snakes around my waist as we walk out of the bar together and to my car. I move the bag from the front to the back before he gets in, making sure he doesn't see it or suspect me. This fat old man wastes no time to kiss me. I feel like throwing up. He's horrible at kissing, and he stinks of sweat. I'm disgusted already. If only I could do this with Zhongli.

I push him off and tell him to be patient before driving to a remote location by a river, yet he won't stop touching me. His hand constantly gropes my thighs and edges closer to my dick before I forcefully push him off. He's so fucking desperate. Can't he wait?

"No-one comes around here. We can even do it outside. Come on," I smile again, getting out of the car.

We both get out of the car and he's kissing me again. It feels sickening to have another man's lips on mine.

"You've got muscle, pretty boy. You looked skinny under your clothes but I guess I was wrong," the old man chuckles.

He's already pulling off my clothes and trying to kiss my neck despite all of my attempts to push him away and slow him down.

"Can you... slow down? I need to get something from—my car," I manage to say, despite being interrupted by his lips on mine.

He finally lets me go and I get back into the driver's seat. I'm about to get out a knife, but now I'm thinking of something else. We're so close to the cliff's edge by the river. What if I just... push him into the water? There's no sand or rocks for him to climb on to. Just water against the cliff. He'll eventually drown. I'll have no blood on me. It's perfect. How have I never thought of this before?