“Hmm… Let’s see. I don’t want to make this quick. That would be waaay toooo easy, right?” I asked in a sickly sweet voice.
“You’re a psychotic, f*cked up b*tch.” My little mate whispered to himself.
“Maybe, but you have yourself to blame for that. I mean you’d go crazy, too, if you had to go through what I have had to go through. Every second. Of every sh*tty day. Of THE LAST FIVE F*CKING YEARS OF MY D*MN LIFE!”
I’m sorry, but I just had to let it all out, and you know how I wasn’t going to make it quick? Well, I left him to die of um… blood loss and he couldn’t um… father any children anymore. And being the psychotic person that I am, I left laughing my *ss off as I heard his screams ring out through the night.
5 And A ½ Months Later
“What’s up? I’m kinda busy.” I laughed.
They tried to keep a straight face, but only 3 of the 7 were successful. They knew what I was doing. You see, I had a soft spot for women who were abused verbally and physically, as well as those who were raped, especially when they were in their most vulnerable times, and this man right here had done all of this. For YEARS.
When I was about to finish him off, he said the words that cost him his life, or at least gave him a worse death.
“Your a psychotic, f*cked up b*tch!” He screamed in my ear, spraying spit and blood all over my face.
“Wow. Men are soooo creative these days. One: That was my ear, man. Two: You should have kept your mouth shut.”I watched in amusement as the color drained from his face, and his pissed-off and slightly smug face slowly changed to one of pure fear. And what sparked this reaction, you might ask? My change of eye color. It went from a dark, chocolate brown to a deep, crimson red. And let me tell you. I was known worldwide for my eyes. They are the last thing the guilty see before they are absorbed into the dark (y’know, death) and the first thing the innocent see when they’re welcomed into the light. I’m pretty sure you understand what happened next for them. Their lives basically went from one of a hell hole to one of, well, not. But back to the man cowering in fear…