BANG!
I shoot off his balls and watch Xavier’s eyes as they widen and focus on mine, his dick thumping from the mere attention I grant him while my victim squeals.
Fuck.
He is actually insane like me.
A grin spreads across my cheeks, while Perry howls and vomits again.
So I put the gun against his forehead and say, “Now, say thank you for letting you die.”
“Fwank … you …” he murmurs between spitting up blood.
BANG!
I blow his brains out, destroying what’s left of his decrepit soul.
When I’m done, I tuck my gun back into its holster and wipe my knives on his pants and shirt. He deserved what he got.
But fuck … the thrill of a murder never gets old.
I’m high on the kill, and when I turn, my eyes immediately lock on the little simp still lying in the grass, watching my every move like a little fawn waiting for the predator.
I approach him covered in blood, while he plants his feet into the dirt and looks at me with those same doe eyes he had back in class … like he’s scared of me. I narrow my eyes as I stop right in front of him and pause so he can take a good look.
“You wanted to see a bloody murder …” I mutter as I go through my knees, crawling on top of him until he leans back onto the grass, and I grab his chin. “Were you entertained?”
A droplet of my sweat falls onto his lips, and he sucks it up like it’s nourishment as he nods.
I straddle him, and his bulge is still as big as before, if not bigger.
I just killed someone, and he’s only gotten more invested.
What a sick fuck.
It’s perfect.
“Even after all that torture, you’re still hard.”
“I can’t help it,” he mutters.
“Are you that turned on by violence?” I ask, rolling my hips around just like I did before.
“Only yours.”
He sucks in a breath and tilts his head back, visibly straining from the fact that I’m on top of him and he can’t touch me. I won’t allow him to. He clearly wants to be my toy, so I’ll let him experience what it’s like. We’ll see if he still likes it as much after I’m done with him.
“Is it the pain I give them?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “It’s your anger.”
My brows furrow. “My anger?”
“The rage,” he adds.
“Tell me why.”
He swallows away the lump in his throat. “Your rage both terrifies me and arouses me.”
