Without A Weakness

I groan at the man standing in front of me, knowing I would have to clean up his mess.

"Now, was that temper tantrum really nessisary?"

I drag the blade down his slender throat, not enough to break skin, but just enough to let him know what he was in for. He whimpers in pain and a sinister smile makes it's way onto my face.

"I think I may just keep you a little longer. Sit and be a good boy hm?"

I pat his cheek and and turn on my heel, leaving him to think about just what he did, just for a little while longer.