I grab his throat, squeezing off his blood supply. “You think I’ll let you off the hook that easily?”
He whimpers. “I don’t wanna die.”
“Who said I was gonna let you?” I reply, as I let him breathe for just a second to watch the blood flush back into his dimpled cheeks. “I just want to have some fun with you.”
“What do you mean?” he mutters.
I tip up his chin, forcing him to look at me. “You wanted to watch, so don’t move and watch me like a good boy … and maybe I’ll reward you.”
He gulps. “Yes, ma’am.”
I approach Perry while pulling out my lipstick and line my lips with red, then smack my lips together and put the lipstick away again. He eyes me up and down, panic settling in his eyes as I lean in.
“Mine will be the last lips to ever touch your filthy skin again,” I whisper into his ear, before I press a single kiss onto his neck.
This is how I mark my victims before I sentence them to death.
I don’t care that I leave my DNA, because I’ll be long gone by the time the cops find his body. All I care about is finishing the people on my goddamn list, and I want them to know it was me so they’ll never be able to walk around without worrying where I’ll show up next.
I pull back and glance at Perry’s eyes, which reflect the madness in mine. I flick my knife, and he sinks into the chair and pisses himself.
“Aw… You gonna piss yourself now?” I laugh.
“Please.” He shakes his head. “Please, God, spare me.”
“I love hearing you fuckers beg, but it’s going to take a lot more than that for me to forgive anyone.”
I slice into his abdomen and watch the blood pour out.
“Please, please, tell me what I did wrong?” Perry begs.
“You know what you did.”
“I only sold drugs, that’s it,” he says. “But I don’t remember ever selling them to you.”
“You didn’t,” I reply. “But they still made their way to me.”
“What, how? You fucking bitch!” he swears out in pain, so I pull out his tongue and slice it off.
“See this?” I hold it up for Xavier to see. “That’s what happens when someone who betrays me thinks they have the right to talk back.”
I stuff Perry’s tongue back into his mouth. “Here, keep it. I don’t want your disgusting shit.”
He vomits all over himself, and I let him soak in it for a moment.
I grab his fingers and cut them off one by one.
“You don’t need these anymore.”
I discard them in the grass as I circle him like a vulture, then slice up his back with small cuts to listen to his shrieks. All while Xavier stares at me with the biggest eyes I’ve ever seen… along with the biggest bulge in those pants of his.
Does murder turn him on?
I stab Perry in the shoulder twice, and the blood sprays out of him like rain on a cloudy day. Xavier seems in awe at the sheer violence on display. It’s as if he’s mesmerized as I cut Perry up into pieces bit by bit, so I take it up a notch just to watch his reaction.
I pull my gun out of my pants and aim it at his crotch.
He stutters without a tongue, “Pleawe, pleawe, no!”
