Demise (Dolenzmith) (COMPLETE)

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Micky whimpered as Michael ran a knife across his neck, not deep enough to cut. He had a scar there from the last time Michael decided to slice him open and he remained totally still, not even letting a whimper escape, for fear Michael would decide to attack again.

"What you did was very bad, Micky," Michael whispered. He pressed the blunt side of the knife to Micky's neck, which caused Micky to hold his breath. "I think this scar is a li'le too healed, don'tcha think?"

He slid the knife across Micky's neck and listened gleefully, thinking Micky would scream. But the curly-haired boy bit his tongue to keep down his cries. Michael frowned and 'tsked.'

'Now, that just won't do," he shook his head. The knife slid down the side of Micky's body until it reached the gunshot wound, which still hadn't healed completely. He smirked as he drove the knife into Micky's side, twisting it.

Micky screamed and collapsed as Michael pulled out the knife. Blood trickled down his neck and oozed out of his side, staining his pajamas.

"Please," he sobbed, curled in a ball, "I'll do anything."

Michael smirked.

"Anything?"