My fingers ran over the coarse surface of the wooden stick, taking it in my hand and holding it over the frog's chest. I couldn't help myself any longer. I dug the edge into it's flesh, a smirk growing on my face as it further attempted to struggle. I then watched as it grew limp. I turned it over onto its stomach, poking at the eyes for a moment. Then I popped them like balloons. I'm Zachary. And ever since I was a little kid, I loved to kill. { Cover drawn and edited by me ❤ }

He was a billionaire, I was a bellboy, can I make it anymore obvious? It all started one fateful afternoon in summer of 2012. I was working as a bellboy at the Trump Hotel in Hong Kong on an internship program. This was my first time in a big city. It was all I could have ever dreamed of, and more. But little did I know, it was all about to change. Follow me on twitter.com/aguywithnolife Please note, this story may contain mature humor that isn't suitable for all ages.