DON'T CHEAT ON ME!

CHAPTER 23: Good Bye, Dave.

"Picking is tough, Dave. What should I do first?"

I asked, circling him slowly, the cold blade of the knife grazing his trembling skin.

“Should I start with the head up here or the one down there?”

I tilted my head, a twisted grin spreading across my face as I watched the terror etched into his features. He was helpless, bound and exhausted, his blood seeping onto the floor.

I yanked the tape from his mouth, and he gasped for air, his voice a broken whisper.

“Jordan… please, stop!”

He begged, his strength all but gone. His voice trembled with pain and fear, barely more than a wheeze.

I rolled my eyes, feigning disappointment.

“Wrong answer.”

Without a second’s hesitation, I brought the knife down, slicing through one of his fingers. The bone crunched under the pressure, and a strangled, guttural scream erupted from his lips.

“Ahhh—J-Jordan, stop!”

He cried out, his voice breaking as the agony consumed him. Tears streamed down his blood-smeared face, and his body shuddered violently. He was too weak to fight, too drained to do anything but suffer.

I picked up the severed finger, inspecting it with a sick fascination. Then, with a casual flick of my q lol Z, I tossed it into the pot on the stove, the flesh sizzling and popping as it met the heat.

“I’m sure Patricia will love this adobo..”

I mused, stirring the contents with deliberate, exaggerated movements.

“Y-You’re a monster, Jordan!”

Dave spat out, gasping for breath, his eyes wide and filled with a mix of rage and despair.

“Yes, Bro! I know,  you're  finally right! I'm psychotic, twisted demon.”

I smirked, pausing to meet his glare.

“I’m your living, breathing hell!

I taunted, enjoying the way his body tensed at my words. I stirred the pot once more, the scent of sizzling flesh wafting through the room.

Dave’s voice cracked, his fury barely sustained by the last shreds of his energy.

“Please, Jordan forgive me. We’ bestfriends.”

He demanded, though his voice was barely more than a whisper. “

I let out a harsh laugh, the sound echoing around the room.

“Bestfriends?”

I sneered, shaking my head.

“No, Dave! Do you know why I never wanted to be your friend when we were kids?”

I leaned closer, eyes alight with a dark, twisted amusement.