Victor Zsasz

Blood, guts and more blood

A man in a white suit is strapped to a chair in front of me, I'm sat in my chair of bones and I about to kill this man. My recently sharpened knife in hand I walk towards the man it's cold in here... Too cold. I put my knife against his cheek... He screams, I smile, I move the knife downwards peeling of his cheek skin like peeling an apple the falls the ground curled and his open cheek starts to bleed I can see inside his jaw. I put my finger inside the hole feeling at all his loose red teeth. I step back and look at my work, the man wails in pain. I stab my knife into his arm there is a crack as the knife cracks into his arm and bones splinter into the chair arm. I laugh as the blood squirts into my face "ha ha ha ha!" I laugh as the blood enters my mouth. The man struggles and tries to move his wrist, "what next... The neck!" I stab the knife through his neck he instantly dies and blood drools from his mouth.

I get one of my slaves to clear up the mess from the floor "thanks joker... I got everything I want," I laugh and sit back down in my seat, "oh, and will one of the slaves bring me his head!" I feel so alive, all this power! There is a firm knock at the door "come in," the door swings open and a young child wearing a ski-mask enters "and who are you to enter my house of death," I say resting my head on my hand

"I am... Your demise," the boys pulls put a grenade of him pocket...