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"P-please, D-"

I whistle the same faint melody, inching closer to the poor man. Tsk tsk, so sad,  isn't it?

I hum along to the sweet melody "Silent night" playing from my radio, just a few feet away. My feet stop in front of him, tied and mouth taped shut, bound on his knees as if he's begging for me and worshipping me like I'm some sort of a god.

I crack a smile, bending down to his fear-filled face, sweat beads trickling down the sides of his face, i must say he's a pretty charming young man, probably had a lovely girlfriend or  even kids. But that doesn't matter— his time is running out.

I dangle my blade that's clenched in my hand in front of his face. "Do you see this? This blade Is one of my most favourites out of all those weapons, it is a shame that I have to use it on you, next." I bust out a laugh and grin looking down at the blade and up back into his fearful eyes. "You see, originally knives were used for cutting up meat and vegetables. Tell  me, what was your last meal? Ah, you haven't died yet, so I can't say that now, right? It seems a bit disrespectful of me. My dearest apologies." He shakes his head, tears welling up in his dark brown eyes. Such gorgeous eyes, like melting chocolate. Oh what a shame it is, it really is, I do feel so, so bad. But this is unfortunately what kind of person I am, there is no turning back this time.

The world has made me into what I am now, nothing but mad and evil surrounds all of me.

"There is a fine line between pleasure and pain you see."

I rip off  the tape from his mouth. He yelps, and a grin curls upon my dull face making me burst into laughter,  as I enjoy watching him lose himself slowly. He's going to end up killing himself slowly and slowly and slowly until he's gone and that.. that feeling brings me pleasure.

"P-please sa-save me w-why are yo-you do-ing th-this." He cries out as I continue laughing hysterically, and hush him down because  I rather hate hearing the sound of pleas and cries, it drives me mad. Even madder as I am in general.  "Shhhh" I close in on him as I slide the blade down his face. "You know it's quite a shame, I'm sure the girlfriend of yours is waiting at home for your lovely estimated arrival. Only to find out her sweet boyfriend's death the next day." He trembles as I mention his girlfriend which bubbles up laughter inside me, I snicker and grit my teeth. "How should I play with you? I really don't want to ruin this moment by ending your life so fast, you're quite interesting."

I smirk and spit on the ground as I hum the same melody again and get back up on my feet walking towards my box of tools.

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A thing I utterly hate after ending someone's life. Is this, I look around at the body of the man I just ended and to my blood covered filthy hands and shirt stained in red.

Getting the filthy blood of someone on me.

It's really hard to get that shit completely off and it makes my work harder getting it cleaned up each time.

I don't have a specific helper for that. It's just me and me alone in this dark place and my dark mindset.

I Look down at the bloody floors and walls, if only that bitch didn't move so much this place wouldn't have been covered with so much red.

I turn around and walk to the back of the area, since this place is pretty much deserted this has become my only playground.

Now I've got to clean up my pretty base ground before I bring in more interesting play things.