"𝑺𝑯𝑬'𝑺 𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆."
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"That's it, you like being fucked by my dagger, right?"
"N-no.." I whimper.
He slaps my pussy and says,"Wrong a...
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I paid a visit to Prof Whitsby, and now I'm feeling bored. I cut of his right hand, he' got a stump there now, and he's transferred, all in just one single night.
Don't mess with my things.
I enter the professor's dorm on the far side of the hostel, I know where Whitsby loves, and he's gonna regret touching what I've claimed as mine.
SHE'S FUCKING MINE, and whoever doesn't understand will see my dark side.
I slip in through his window, he lives on the first floor and the dorm room is small af.
He's sleeping, peacefully. Poor him.
I take out my dagger and walk to his sleeping form. I place it on his neck, waiting for him to wake up.
"Wh-who?" He asks, and he panics when he looks at me.
I must be looking scary, especially with a dagger in my hand.
"Hey.." I say, as if you wake up with a dagger to your throat everyday.
"H-huh? R-ravi, why are you here?" He asks, stuttering like a pathetic fool.
"Sir, which one is your dominant hand?" I ask.
"What? Why are you here? Why do-"
I push the dagger a little deeper into his throat and drops of blood appear there.
"AAA! YOU'RE KILLING ME!"
"Shut up. You didn't answer my question Professor. " I say with a sweet smile.
"R-right. Let me go now-"
My dagger is then plunged into his right hand, deep.
His screams echo across the walls.
Then I gently lift his hand, and slash through it, I mutilate it. Listening to his sweet screams. I love this feeling.
After I'm satisfied with his almost destroyed hand, I decide to kill him.
But then I can almost hear Sarika say,"He died because of me!"
I grip his hair, he's half conscious,
"You'll never touch my things again, get it?"
He probably didn't even hear me through the pain. I jump back out the window.
I'm skipping class like always and I decide texting Sarika will be a good time pass.
But before I do, I get a call from aunt.
My aunt has always been my only family. Not that I'm getting emo over her or something but after my parent's death she took me in and that makes me grateful to her.
