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Killer (M:C)
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Ongoing, First published Oct 25, 2014
Mature
I would love to sit every single person who has hurt me in a room in a circle. I’d have their wrists and ankles bound. I’d give them a small amount of room so they can squirm about a little. That makes it more interesting in a way. I wouldn’t use a gun. I’d use a knife. I’d use it because I could feel more and get more pleasure out of it. I’d stab their body until their squirming and screaming got on my nerves then I’d just drive it through their head a few times. After they’ve shut up, I’d go back to their body and I wouldn’t stop until they had a wound for every word they’ve spoken in their miserable life. I wouldn’t stop until they had a wound for every tear they made run down my face. After I’m satisfied with that person, I’d move to the next until everyone was gone. I can’t imagine the feeling of seeing their blood spilt by my hand. The fluid that kept them alive is on the floor worthless because of me. What an amazing feeling that would be.
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