"If only you were the person you portrayed yourself to be. But you aren't. You're a pathetic excuse of a human, aren't you Ryder? Your anger slowly building up over the mere comments I've made. Are you that easily hurt? Like I said, pathetic."
The day after I'd asked Harley on a date had been filled with me desperately begging my mother to help me with planning it.
Only today, had I found out how many flowers there actually was.
That was shortly before Jake came rushing into my office, shouting how the enemy gang had invaded one of our shipments in hope take the new weapons I had ordered for Harley.
He then said that we'd managed to catch one of the bastards, and that he was locked up in the basement at the bottom of the mansion.
Time to pay him a little visit.
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The room was dark and smelt disgusting. The old, wooden chair creaked as the helpless man thrashed around in it.
"What do we have here?" I taunted.
"Oh wait," I looked thoughtfully around with my hand on my chin, "You cant speak."
I ripped the gag out of his mouth, and waited for him to stop coughing. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was covered in multiple punch marks. His lip was split and dried blood covered his teeth.
"We didn't mean anything by it, I swear on my life. We just wanted to piss you off. I'll even work for you if you'll spare me!" He spluttered, desperately trying to save his pathetic life.
"You have indeed sworn on your life, now it's being taken away from you." I said as I picked up the red, serrated knife.
It looked just like Harley's hair. It was a deep red colour and it looked stunning.
I walked up to him, and slowly dragged the knife across the wall. A slash mark indented itself into the wall, I heard the man audibly gulp.
His hand bounded by the woven rope was quickly covered in blood as I slowly began to sever one of his fingers off.
"Sei un pazzo, you really thought I wouldn't find out?" I smirked.
I laughed as he began to sob.
I then slid the knife up towards his upper arm, leaving a long deep cut that he screamed at.
"You've cost me so much money. But most importantly, you ruined my present for Harley." I started to frown towards the end of the sentence and took some steps away from him.
My anger began to bubble up, slowly licking its way into my sanity, clouding whatever inch of self control I had left.
"You ruined it..." I muttered shaking my head.
He shook his head frantically, his cries deafening to the ears.
"You ruined it!"
As soon as the words left my mouth, I flung the dagger into the mans eye. His cries of agony filled the room like water, the drowning sound soon pleasing my ears. He wasn't going to be alive for much longer, so I needed to make this quick.
