My Jaded Sanity (Bdsm)

Plan A Massacre.

"Get up" he shouts.

I slowly start to rise. He looks at me, devilishly "good girl" he smirks, glaring into his hazel eyes: I say "do whatever you want to me" his expression changes. Confusion creeps onto his face, "hmm... " he looks away and then back at me.

"Why the sudden change of mood?" he questions. I'm not stupid, if I have learnt something from this whole happening: it's that, men like this look for a reaction. Cries of help and pain is what turns their sick twisted bodies on. So... what if they didn't have that.

Walking up to my face, he looks at my wounds. "Their property now, huh?" he questions looking at my torso. Property? Hayden said I was... 'Part of them'....

"Guess so" I say brushing away the thoughts.

Grabbing me by the back of my neck, he takes me over to the bed; throwing me onto the bed.I keep a blank expression; I somewhat know what's going to happen next so, just get it over and done with I suppose.

He gets a knife from his back pocket and walks over to me. Stripping in front of me, he climbs on top so we are face to face.

He licks my lips and works his way down; I try my hardest not show any sort of emotion. He reaches my breast and bringing the knife up to my cheek, runs it down to the shoulder strap of the costume.

Carefully slicing open the straps, he tears the whole thing off of me. "Wow..." he murmurs; I'm not sure if that was a good wow or what the fuck did they do to her wow. Either way I blank it, I want nothing to turn him on.

He resumes lathering his saliva down my body; reaching my mound he teases my clit roughly; I can feel myself getting aroused but I can't say a word. Looking up at me I just blandly stare back at him.

"Say something" he says climbing off, I say nothing "your starting to annoy me now slut, say something" I can see the frustration growing in his eyes.

I believe I can have some fun with this; I just hope he doesn't go ape and kill me - literally, mind you I don't think he has it in him.

I assess the expression on his face and... Laugh. I laugh mockingly; he looks at me in surprise. "What?.. What's up?" I just keep laughing. He stands there... Just looking confused. "Did they give you drugs?" he asks.

I just laugh. He turns away and pulls out his phone and dials. Putting the phone to his ear I carefully climb off of the bed and grab the knife at the foot.

I creep up behind him; prepare myself for what I'm about to do and without another thought I gash the knife into his neck. I hear a gasp of breath and push the knife through, violently; making sure that he dies a painful death. He is still gasping so I twist the knife inside him and push it so it comes out at the other end.

I let go and let his body fall to the ground. I observe what I have just done. I have just killed a man and I don't feel a thing. Wow.

I walk over to the cupboard and open it; hoping to find some sort of clothing. Conveniently there is a large hooded top. I throw it on; pull the knife out of his neck, clean it on the bed sheets and walk out of the room.

Fuck them all. I will kill them all if I have to. I'm going to get out of here.