One of the kidnappers.
Delicately picking up a thin needle,
I approached the boy's arm.
Carefully studying his pained face,
I smirked as I grasped his arm, listening to him panting and gasping.
I teased him a bit,
before
I finally watched the tip of the object disappearing in his flesh.
He thrashed and kicked,
his teeth gritted.
I sent a powerful punch to his stomach,
watching as the red liquid fly from his lips,
his teeth clenching,
displaying his blood stained teeth.
In no time,
all my needles protruded from his flesh,
the poison
making him kick in pain, and struggle against his restraints.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING???"
My head twisted towards the source of the voice.
I smirked.
"Now what are you doing here?"
