He came closer towards me. His strides were strong and meant to intimidate me but they didn't. I kept eye contact showing him I wasn't afraid of him. He grabbed my neck roughly and I wasn't a fan. So I grabbed back his harder than he did mine.
Did this bastard really think he can hurt me? I internally laughed at that. "You really thought you did something, didn't you?" I asked him, smirking down at him. His face was turning paler by the second and he struggles to breathe. He tries to gain control of the situation and fails miserably. I didn't tell him who I was yet.
I want to see the fear when I finally tell him who I am. I would see the realization of the fact that he couldn't win against me wash over his pathetic face. I'm fucked up in all kinds of ways but at least I admit and know that I am.
Many have tried to tear me down, to break me to destroy me. But you can't do that if the person has no soul whatsoever. I finally decide to end his little pity party. "Do you know who I am?" I asked him, knowing damn well he doesn't. Most doesn't know my face but they know my name. Hmmm, let me rephrase that if you have seen my face, you're probably dead, rotting in hell.
"No y-you bitch." He answers stuttering a little. I give him my psycho smile. I'm sure you probably have one too. But mine makes grown men shit themselves. " I'm Bloody haven," I tell him. His eyes widen, and he grows paler if that's possible. He knows his fate and I'll gladly seal it.
I would give you a pain-free death but I'm in the mood to rearrange somebody parts since you tried to hurt my baby.
** WARNING GORE **
I take out my very sharp golden knife. This baby right here has torn out many eyeballs before. I open his eyes wide then plunge the tip of my knife into his eyeball. I'll leave the other for now, I want him to see what I'm doing to him.
I smell something stank so I look at him. The fucker pissed himself. Aww, my goal was for him to shit blood, oh well. I decided to rip his nail bed off cause they're ugly and I can't stand those short, round nail beds.
I take my other knife and I plunge it in his hyponychium, and he screams bloody murder. I know that hurt like a bitch. Ladies this is much worse than a broken nail. His screams are annoying me, I hate noise, which is ironic coming from an assassin.
10 minutes later all his 10 filthy nail beds are off and blood is oozing like a waterfall, a bloody one at that. "You're fucking crazy!" he screams at me. " Oh Darling I know," I smile at him, He shudders under my gaze, understandable I'm one scary bitch.
"Who told you to hurt my baby," I demand. He stays quiet. So I take my knife and I stab his knee 5 times. He screams out in agony and I look at him with a bored face. " Who hurt my baby," I demand in a dark tone. "I- Uh- R-Rog-Ger S-Samue-el," He responds stuttering from obviously the pain he feels.
I pause and rack my brain trying to find a face to place with the name. And then it clicks. I start laughing uncontrollably. " That bum ass bitch," I voice my thought out loud. What a pathetic man he is. "He'll be receiving your body in multiple pieces," I said emotionlessly.
Roger Samuels, you better watch your back, I'm not a nice person, you messed with the wrong woman.
I cut off his tongue since I no longer have use for it. Then I cut off his toes with a dull knife, slowly, making sure to inflict the most pain possible. He's on the verge of passing out so I empty out a cold bottle of water on his face.
"Would you shut up." I snarl at him. "Oh wait, you can't respond, your tongue is over there," I said pointing across the room. I then cut up his legs one by one. After that there his torso goes. I slit him open taking out his lungs and other organs except for his heart, I want him alive until I cut out his other eye.
Now that I'm done with that I go to arms and off they go. His screams have gotten significantly louder. Probably due to the fact he's bleeding uncontrollably and most of his body is gone.
Finally, I cut out his other eye, I watch as blood shoots out of them. Funny, I thought. I then slit his throat. I watch as his unrecognizable body falls on the cold black ground. "Say hi to the devil for me," I say to his lifeless body.
I box up his decapitated body with blood and stuff in a plastic tub then in a cardboard box and I leave it for one of my workers to deliver to Roger. I wrote a note too saying," I'm coming for you Roger Samuels," I also smeared blood against the white paper. A gift for him to enjoy. And with that, I leave the abandoned site.
꧁༺- // - 𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓮 <3 𝓐𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓱 -//-༻꧂
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