Madness of Ivan Alkaev

“You’re a loud one, aren’t you?” I say as I finish with her face and hold the scissors down. “Listen here, girl, let me tell you something…” My hand, the one not holding the bloody scissors, reaches forward to grasp her chin in a firm hold. “I’m crazy.” Smirking, I caress her bruised lips with my thumb, dragging it along the chipped pieces of flesh. “I’m possibly the craziest son of a bitch ever to be born in this life. My mind is twisted, my words are daggers, and all I ever do is bring people pain.”