Beneath the Blood : Helping The Heartless

"I-I m-made a m-mistake... P-please... l-let me go... I-I'll n-never do it again," he sobbed, his body trembling. But his pleading only seemed to strengthen her resolve. She took a slow step closer, her expression as cold as stone.

"That wasn't a mistake," she said, her voice rising. "THAT WAS A CHOICE! A FREAKING CHOICE! " she screamed, her face twisted with rage.

She reached down and picked up a jagged shard of glass from the floor, its sharp edge gleaming faintly in the dim light. The man began to scream before she even moved.

"N-No! P-Please! No!" he wailed, shaking uncontrollably.

Without hesitation, she brought the glass down across his chest, slicing through his flesh. Blood spilled from the fresh wound, pooling on the floor. She didn't stop. Over and over, she slashed, her movements precise and relentless. His screams echoed off the walls until they turned into broken, gurgling cries.

"Does it hurt?" she hissed, her voice low and venomous. "Good. You deserve every second of this."

Warning - G!P ( Becky)