In the Hands of Sin - Choose Your Own Adventure!

Craving

You keep your mouth shut as he puts the chocolate nut filled candy bar to your lips. A frown appears on his face, his eyebrows furrowed deeply.

"I guess you want to starve." Sin takes the candy bar for himself and eats it in front of you, gulping down some of the water afterwards. He pours the rest over your head, making you shiver from the cold.

"Asshole..." you grumble to yourself. 

"What the hell did you just say?" he snarls, throwing the wrapper of the candy aside.

"You're an asshole. You get off on my suffering. You're a MONSTER!" your voice gets exceedingly louder with each word spoken. He's taken back by this and stands above you.

"I'm a monster? I'm a monster because I like to hurt people? What gets you off, huh? Do you think you're better than me?" he speaks quickly, anger in his voice.

"Anyone is better than you," you say before spitting on him, making him yell. He turns to the wall and begins hitting himself in the head with his fists.

"I'm the piece of shit, that's what everyone always fucking says. Me, I'm the bad one," he continues on and turns to you after stopping his self abuse, "Do you have any clue who you're talking to? This world is evil. Everyone has a monster inside of them. Anybody can do what I do. They want to, but they won't. Wanna know why?" he asks, staring at you with wide eyes and a furious expression. You stay quiet.

"Because they're cowards. You all hide your urges, you keep them inside and pretend like you're better because you fake it. You fake everything." His angry rant continues on and you still fail to empathize with him. He crouches down and puts his head in his hands, pulling on his black hair.

"You're all so fucking evil..." the man says faintly and you watch tears drip onto the floor.

"What happened to you?" you ask, trying to understand him.

"This filthy world happened to me," he looks up, straight faced, "I'm not a bad person because I do what I want. I'm a bad person because of you people. I'm not like any of you." his face scrunches up as he begins to cry more.

"Did someone hurt you?" you continue with more questions, enjoying not being the vulnerable one, despite him still being in control of the situation.

"Why would I tell you? You think I'm a monster," his voice deepens as he says this, getting back onto his feet and wiping his nose on his sleeve, "You think I'm a bad person." You can't argue with that. He slowly walks towards you and you feel as though you're shrinking, your confidence deflating the closer he gets to you.

"When I met you, I thought you were different." His greyish blue eyes looked empty, he didn't have the same look when he was hurting you or when he was trying to make peace. He just looked dead inside. Sin rests his hand on your shoulder as he looks down and reaches into his pocket, pulling out his prized knife. He glances at the sharp tool before looking back at you whilst making intense eye contact that he'd refused to make any other time.

"Fuck you." You feel the cold metal of the knife against your throat and he slices your jugular open, blood pouring from your neck. You gag and choke on the blood, crying in pain. Sin just continues to stare you dead in the eyes, emotionless like a blank slate that you'd never even met.

sin slit your throat.

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