KristorGreyjoy
"Hey, wakey, wakey" I crouched next to the hooker, his bare chest slowly moving in an up-down rhythm, scars and cuts from the whip clearly visible on his body. I thought he would last longer, how disappointing. I poked his blood-red cheeks.
"AHHH-" he groaned in pain, great he is still awake... I tightly cupped his beautiful cheeks and forced him to look into my bluish-purple eyes.
"P-Please, stop it is hurting" he whispered, his body trembling and his hands and legs tied up.
"Do you think I would?" I smirked and retraced my steps towards the metal table. "So, what should we do with you?" I hummed with a finger under my chin staring at those assortments of weapons before me.
"Don't worry, I will make it quick so that you would remember not to enter someone's house when you are drunk" I picked a simple kitchen knife and smiled to myself, again crouching next to him tracing the cold knife along his slender body, pausing right where his heart was beating at a rapid pace.
"Spare me please" He screamed when I applied minimal pressure on his neck. He cried like an animal who is about to get butchered. "Sorry, but a psychopath can't resist, right?" Those were the last words he must have heard before I sliced his neck, blood oozing out of his fresh wound, filling the air with a rustic smell. Ahh, such a pleasant sight. I raised my hand and repeatedly stabbed him until my face and hands were covered in blood.
"Pfft..." It was not much of fun, this person just cried and then passed out for an hour before waking up and then crying. So my decision was to kill him that too was not much of fun.
Another disappointment from my prey.
I wiped my face and discarded the knife on the floor. I stood up and walked upstairs, staring at the blood on my hands.
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