I dug the small knife further into his lower ribcage and twisted it. For years this man had watched the pain in my eyes as he beat me till I was on the cusp of death. His face had always stayed the same, emotionless. Oh, how the tables have turned. For once I saw something in his cold dark eyes, it was pain. I couldn't help the smile that formed on my lips as he chocked out blood. A small deep chuckle escaped my body. I had waited so long for this moment; To murder my walking nightmare.