warning: violence and murder

how does one describe the euphoria that results from committing a heinous crime?

perhaps not all people are into such things, but when i snuck up to her resting body — that stillness, the soft breathing — it sparked something inside of me.

grinning widely, i then slashed down.

the blade slipped into her flesh quite easily, and i heard the noise of a pained gasp; the female jolting awake.

i could feel her gaze on me — that horrified silence: she was unable to get any words out, and that pleased me to no ends.

withdrawing, i stabbed her once more. then again, again, again.

piercing her body with the knife in my hand — it was so pleasurable. i couldn't help but let out a few noises myself, a moan pushing past my lips. my vision turned red, and my body felt warm. i was trembling, her blood splattering onto my clothes, staining it red.

so this was how it was like. to destroy someone else. it felt so good.

gurgling noises came from the dying female, but i ignored them. they weren't important after all — she was just trying to get me to stop, by pleading and begging — trying to conjure up a deal with me. 

that's what they were all like. desperate to live, so desperate that they were willing to cower like filthy rats underneath their attacker. but i was smarter, better than her.

i wouldn't let her go for stopping me. 

kai was mine. and she stood in my way.

she deserves this, and worse. too bad i couldn't do more than this.

when she stopped struggling, body now limp, i breathed out heavily, a wide grin splitting my face.

a crazed giggle slipped past my lips, and i withdrew my knife from her body. blood flooded from the cut, joining the rest of the crimson liquid that had pooled underneath her body in the moonlight.

i took a deep breath, trying to collect my thoughts. 

i had gotten carried away. i was supposed to ruin her wallpaper, and make her walls run red with her own blood...

...but i suppose some work by hand wouldn't hurt, would it..?

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by the time i left the scene, the walls were smeared with her blood, spelling out the words:

THIS BITCH DESERVED IT.