A look into my mind :)

I think I like all that blood on you

"Yes, I think I like all that blood on you. It brings out your eyes," he remarked with his posh accent.

You drop the bloody knife, your knuckles white from clenching it so tightly in your hand.

He smirked and snickered, "Bravo, Nicole. You put on quite a show."

You drag yourself towards the old figure lying on the ground, bleeding out.

"Ja-Jackson I'm sorry. Jackson I had to. Forgive me. He would have killed us both. I'm sorry." You sputter nonsense and choke on tears. He weakly grasps your cheek with his hand.

The wretched man continued to clap as if you had just put on a performance. As if you hadn't just murdered an innocent person for a chance at freedom.

Jackson's hand soon falls and he doesn't stir. You bring his hand back to your face, hoping maybe for a glimpse of hope or even a second of warmth, but to no avail. You place his hands over his heart, leaving dried blood and tears where life and happiness once was.

You stumble, numb, until you find yourself in front of Samael.

"Let me go. I did what you asked. Free me," you sobbed, looking up at him with a crushed soul hiding behind sad eyes.

"Very well, if it is freedom you want, it is freedom you shall receive. But be warned, freedom can be painful," he sneered, pulling something from behind his back.