Lunatic «Justin Bieber»

Ch. 0.1

Three weeks prior

Without a second though, I drove the blade into his chest. He screamed out in pure agony as tears spilled from the corners of his dull brown eyes. Smirking down at his withering body, I removed my hands from the handle of the knife, leaving it imbedded right in the center of his chest, knowing that it hadn't gone deep enough to actually kill him, but he'd feel the pain. That searing, unbearable pain that just seems to swallow your entire body and suffocate you. I wanted him to feel the whole thing.

He deserved it after all.

After a few minutes, his pitiful screams slowly subsided into sharp gasps and shaky sobs.

A small smirk curved onto my lips, as a chuckle of amusement rumbled in my chest. "See what happens to bad people? This is your own fault, and I hope you realize that. We could have avoided this entire situation if you had just thought before you acted. You deserve every ounce of pain I am going to inflict on your pathetic body." I spat out, ripping the blade from his flesh, and yet another bloodcurdling screech shot from his parted lips as blood poured from the large, deep wound, the thick red liquid bubbling at the opening in his flesh before spilling down his abdomen, and slipping off his body, staining the white fabric of the mattress he laid on.

"Oh, hush, you'll probably want to save your voice. We still have a whole night ahead of us." A twisted grin tugged its way onto my face as he uselessly cried out from help, his hands clenching into fists, still tightly bound by the rope to the steaks I had previously imbedded into the floor. "And I know just where to start." I glanced down at his naked body, gaze stopping at his limp, four inch penis.

He suddenly began jolting around, tugging at the ropes that bound his wrists and his ankles. "No! No, no, please don't do this. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. So, so sorry. Please stop." He cried out hopelessly, continued to uselessly try and free himself. A growl vibrated in the back of my throat.

Coward.

That's all he'll ever be. A fucking coward. Begging for his life, a life no longer worth living. He's a pathetic, useless, coward. He has not right to even be breathing right now. What he did to me, is absolutely unforgivable.

"You can beg all you fucking want. It's not going to change anything. No matter how loud you scream, no matter how much you beg, I'm still going to kill you." I whispered the last part, caressing his beat red cheeks as tears relentlessly ran down his face. Such an ugly crier. Red, scrunched up face, snot peeking out of his flaring nostrils, tears messily leaving his eyes. Ignoring his weak cries and pleas, I gently pressed the tip of the knife into his lower chest. He grunted and groaned as I slowly dragged it down his body, leaving a jagged line behind.

Blood once again pool at the wound before slipping out and running down his body. He released a strained, prolonged groan of pain, throwing his head back as he body shook and convulsed. "No, no, no, no, no, no." He croaked out in a somewhat pleading manner.

I stopped my movement when the knife was an inch or two away from his penis; the cause of this entire problem. I gently wrapped my hand around it, holding it up. He squirmed, muttering out quiet please, praying softly to himself. "Gods not going to save you. He Doesn't care about you. He doesn't care about anyone. Believing in his presence is useless and isn't going to change a fucking thing. You're only wasting you're time, which you don't have too much left of." I spat out harshly. He let out a weak whimper, tightly screwing his eyes shut.

"Now, why don't we get rid of the reason you're in this little situation, yes?" I smirked. He let out sharp pants, rapidly shaking his head. I only shot him a quick wink in response before my knife sliced through the soft flesh.