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Seth P.O.V.

I smiled at the young boy, Tim Jones, who was currently strapped to the bed by his arms and legs. He had several deep cuts and injuries on his body, that I gladly inflicted. He had scars wrapped all around his body, some scars were as small as a kitten's, others were long and thick and deep. They looked like a mountain lion had decided he was a nice toy to tease with. He had so many scars on his body that you should've been worried about his physical safety.

Tears were smeared on his face, it was red and puffy, he had a black eye. That of course I inflicted. Tim was too young to go through this amount of torture. It wasn't even torturing, It was just a tease in my eyes. Torture was coming soon, not now but soon.

The boy was only 12 years old, a boy who was full of color and joy, who was just smiling because he was so happy that he was finally gonna get his birthday pudding from his mom. Yes, today was his birthday. I saw this boy smile and decided to tear his soul to shreds. This poor boy had a pathetically sad past, His father, Mr.Jones, was an alcoholic and would always beat his son and his wife. Then Mrs.Jones and Tim would try to protect his little sister, Mr.Jones finally got his wish to beat and rape his daughter to death one night.

This boy has been through so much and yet still remains innocent, like Yuuri. I just needed a couple hours with the boy to put him through so much pain and suffering. He's almost worth my time, he's almost worth emotional and mental scars that can be stuck in his brain, where he would be too frightened to see me and would be too afraid to speak to me, but at least he'll think of me. Soon I will be the only thing he will be able to see, which means I'll be his emotional support. Unfortunately, I don't have time to do those things. And he reminds me of Yuuri a little too much, I might just lose it if I think its Yuuri. So instead he must die, or least slowly go through the process of death.

I just picked a random drug off the shelf while sticking the needle into its container. He'll probably go through some random illusions or die a painful death, it'll be a surprise for my own amusement. I'll make the nurses take notes next morning when they visit him. If he lives...

If not, I'll just try to kill him again.

He screamed.

"Please, no!! Please!! Mama needs to see me!! I have another year left!! Mama didn't lie to me!? Mama!! I don't want to die like Sorella did. Mama, please save me!!" He begged and squealed.

"What a fucking pathetic little shit I have right in front of me, crying and begging to others for help when you can't even save yourself." I sneered, pulling the needle out to show him.

"I want to see Mama before I die. Where's Mama?" He cried.

His eyes were dark brown Like Yuuri's, they had that sparkle of innocence. His eyes were glossy, full of tears, his face was red while his chest was going up and down the same rhythm as his breathing. This boy, like Yuuri, is pure. The boy arched his back, screaming in pain, crying to see his family members again, as I slowly shot the drugs into his veins. It must have felt like his veins were burning.

"Life is just glass cup full of ice roasting over the fires of hell, and I'm the last devil you're ever gonna see," I whispered in his ear, as he gasped for breath.

His fingers curled at the end of the bed as he whispered something undecipherable. He smiled as he closed his eyes. A gentle sigh came from his lips that were still smiling. I glared at the dead boy in front of me.

Still smiling.

Still smiling.

Just like Yuuri.

Such a pity he died though, he was a handsome lad. He sorta looked like me as a kid. Who knows, he could have gotten far in life. He becomes happy at the little things in life like Yuuri, which annoys me. That reminds me, I made an appointment with a certain silver haired man. A disgusting rodent indeed.

"Phichit!" I called out to him.

"Yes, and I swear if you even think about calling me one of your henchmen. I will fucking break you like a toothpick! I know you seven years ago, I know you now!" he yelled, Glaring at me.

I just laughed. I held my hand on my stomach as my eyes closed. My stomach was starting to hurt and air ran out in my lungs which caused a stinging sensation. I took a breath while missing the pain of my lung's missing air.

"Typical Phichit, I can see you're clearly not over the little 'fling' I had with the therapist," I said with a chuckle.

Although, Yuuri did have a nice ass. So I thought would be cool if I married that ass, but he was freaky, we didn't even have sex! Which I'm gonna change, by fucking Yuuri then leaving the asylum.

"His name's Yuuri." Phichit scoffed. "And marriage is not a 'fling'!!" He finished.

I rolled my eyes. "And he forced me into a divorce, so in my eyes, it was just a fling," I replied annoyed.

"He divorced your sorry ass at the end of his college career! Now, why do you think that is? Hmmmmmm" Phichit asked sarcastically. He narrowed his eyes as he crossed his arms on his chest.

"Just bring me Victor." I said, pointing at the door.

"Victor? Victor is out of the way of whatever the hell you're doing?! I like Victor, even though he gives me worse creeps than you do, but I still like him! You keep your hands off of him, He may be fucked up but he-" Phichit was hushed when I yelled.

"PHICHIT I WILL THROW YOUR ASS INTO A CHAIR AND STRAP YOU AND I WILL FUCKING STAB NEEDLES INTO YOUR EYES SOCKETS WHILE RIPPING OUT YOUR TONGUE IF YOU DON'T GET ME VICTOR!!" I yelled as I grabbed him by his shirt collar and rammed him into the wall.

My body was behind his back. I forced him into one area and he couldn't get out of. He yelped and I chuckled. I grab a hammer from a nearby work table, forcing his hands on to the wall I began to smash his fingers. He cried out in pain.

It sounded like a dog.

"Fine! Fine! I'm getting Victor!" He cried out, tears were stained on his cheeks. I got off him and he ran away from me as quickly as he could, slamming the door behind him. I smiled, Time to do some torture!!

I smiled, my favorite tools! Then along with that, I chose another few random drugs. I cleaned up the strapping chair that I tortured the boy in and put his dead ass on my wall in this very room so Victor can see what I did. I'll make the maids clean the rest up, mostly the wall and the floor because I don't have time for this.

The door opened with a bang. That took half an hour. Victor glared at me and bared his teeth. I just smiled back in a happy and welcoming way. His eyes widened at the boy in front of him. I saw hurt and sympathy. He glared back at me, it was so hateful. I loved it. Give me that look again.The moment his eyes looked at me if felt as if someone stab an ice-sickle into me.

"I hate rapists, they lose my respect, but I hate people like you the most! I will kill and happily torture anyone over of age 18 but I refuse to kill a defenseless child. So just showing me a dead boy nailed to the wall clearly shows that you don't like me." He growled as his hair dropped across half of his face, covering one of his eyes. His eyes were like silver moons with the shine of hatred of them glaring into me. His presence felt like He was the wolf and I was the rabbit. I can see why Yuuri had an interest in him. Crazy but handsome. He has some class but deep down he's just a pile of shit waiting to consume anyone's happiness and souls.

"You know today your lucky day because your right, I fucking hate your guts and I want to see this room covered in your blood, but we all can't get what we want, can we? I may not be able to tear you up so bad that you'll die today, but I'll gladly tear you up so much it's gonna feel like your in hell, but that's not the point. The point is, I'm gonna fucking tear up your mind." I foretold with a smile.

Phichit opened the door, cautiously walking towards Victor and strapping him into the chair. Phichit left looking sad, probably feeling sympathetic for Victor. Victor had it coming, God knows how many people he killed.

Victor laughed as the chair shook. Victor moved up and down, shaking his chair and laughing. Tears were falling out of Victor's eyes because he was laughing so hard. I noticed that Victor was smiling in this shitty situation.

Still smiling

Smiling

Still fucking smiling.

Victor looked at me. "You're a fucking joke, You know that? You're gonna fucking break something that already broken! You're a fucking idiot! If you want to try to break it some more, sure, break my mother fucking sanity! There's nothing else to break, but you can try you mother fucker! Just know that once all of this is over, I'll be licking your blood off the fucking floor!" Victor crazed

I laughed some more.

"Yuuri fell for this crazy fucker out of all people he could've chose, I swear I'm crazier than you!! Hell, I get paid to kill people and torture them!" I screamed out.

I am crazy!

I'm crazy!

Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy!

I look over the tools and Grabbed the needle.

Crazy.

"Yuuri fell for you. All I have to do is cut out the beauty, Maybe it's your heart. " I said, shoving the needle  into his chest.

Crazy.

( sorry I didnt publish for a while. I plan on taking a small break.... dont worry I will come back to the story....I just need a break.)