Dissection of the feeling called <3

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 ❤ }