Sasuke

The empowering feeling of having someone below me as their pitiful life drains away is one of the best feelings in the world. Nothing can beat the satisfying crunch of bone beneath my saw as I eagerly reach upon cartilage. The warm blood that spurts toward my face is like a splash of fountain water that hits me when I pass by it, except it's intentional. The begging screams haunts my ears beautifully, and soon enough, I'm the one who begs for more. I beg for them to scream, scream, and scream. High-pitched cries blesses blood to my groin. Especially when the targets are weak, shallow women who can't fight back because they are born with those silly traits. This world has enough stupidity and it's up to me to get rid of it.

"Hey sexy." I reluctantly look up from my swirling drink and see a middle-aged woman, dressed scantily for obvious reasons.

I give her the smirk that these stupid, annoying women seem to fall for. And it works every time. She takes that as an acceptance and steps closer to me. Her long nail softly rakes my arm, up and down, up and down. For a second, I think it feels nice... Until I picture her below me, bleeding from her empty eyes as she struggles to see. I let out a low groan at the appealing sight and she whispers in my ear, "Just imagine you inside of me. It will feel much better than what I'm making you feel right now."

One thing is for sure, I never take them to bed with sexual intentions. I take care of my business either before or after. I don't need a woman to make me come, especially when I can do it myself.

"Sure," I simply say.

This seems to please her and she flutters her eyelashes at me. "My place?"

I shrug and hold back the action of rolling my eyes. She tugs my arm and I take her cue. She leads me to the car and gives me the key, telling me to drive. I inwardly cackle at her complete lack of brains. As I start the car, I find that her hand is placed on my groin. I blankly look at her and she smiles coyly at me. "Let me do this for you before we go. After all, it's going to be a long night, isn't it sexy?"

Let me make this clear one more time: I never take them to bed with sexual intentions. However, who am I to decline if women offered some hand action? The mouth is definitely a no, but I would love to choke a woman to death.

I shrug once more and she proceeds to unzip my pants with greediness. A few minutes later, her task is finished and I have to admit, sex is probably the only thing she's good at. She tells me the directions to her apartment and we arrive there. The exciting rush strikes through my entire being and my leg begins to shake impatiently. I follow her to the fifth floor and she attempts to pull me in for a kiss.

I stiffen and harshly say, "No kissing."

She grins and nods. "Alright, I got it sweet cheeks." I resist the urge to strangle her right then and there, but my procedure must be done before I begin. Her clothes are already removed from her body and she lies there on the bed, her legs spread eagle for me to see and I inwardly scoff; it doesn't take much to get these women off.

Instead of making my way over to her, I observe her small and quaint apartment. It's simplistic and the decor is scarce. Quietly, I glance at the objects around me. "Woman. Do you have gloves?"

"Ooh, are we doing something kinky?" My patience is diminishing – just get it over with and strangle her with a cloth. "In the bathroom closet," she finally answers.

Jackpot.

I put on a set of gloves and stare at myself in the bathroom mirror when I turn around. Born with raven-black eyes and smooth hair along with a small nose, pink lips and sharp chin, these aesthetic features were killer to the females. I coldly smile at myself and mutter, "Showtime."

She shouts at me to hurry up. Lucky me. I suck my teeth at her, my irritating rising. "Bitch," I mutter. I had planned to be nice, but plans have changed. I grab a long Ethernet cord that's lying around and lunge at her with quick force. She squeals, believing it's a seduction tactic. Like I said, stupid.

With the agility of a cheetah sprint, I tie her hands and legs to the bed posts. "Are you gonna blindfold me now, sexy?"

I smirk at her. "No darling, I rather you see what I'm going to do to you."

"Um... okay?" she says it as a question, curious on what I have planned for her.

I reach inside my jacket pocket, frowning when I realize my usual, glorious weapon isn't with me. But, this knife will have to do. It'll just take me longer to finish the job...

"Can I use your kitchen?" I request, and she looks at me oddly but nods anyway. "But like, can you hurry this up?" she whines.

"Don't worry, I will." Calmly, I walk to the kitchen and soon enough, I have the water boiling. Meanwhile, she's bored and tied up still. I believe I should entertain my newest victim. The knife is held to her ankle and she begins to shriek.

I raise an eyebrow at her, staring at her with boredom. The beautiful and gruesome parts haven't even begun and she's already thrashing. Weak.

I make a first incision on her ankle and the thrill doesn't elude me; it takes over me. I begin delving deeper with a hysteric frenzy, enjoying her frail struggling. The dark red blood litters my gloves with a sense of pride, as if attempting to please me. And I am very pleased.

Her ankle is halfway done and it somewhat dangles onto the bed. She is crying immensely and the sounds are gratifying to my ears. There was just small part that had to be nicked off, but with my strength, I rip it off. This sets off another loud scream. "Somebody, please help me!"

I look at her with mockery and say crudely, "You're just a prostitute. No one will care enough to help a whore." I ignore her sobbing pleas and drop the ankle into the boiling water, watching the clear liquid turn crimson, and then to a pink.

"Would you like to taste your own toes before you die?"

"No, you sick fuck! Let me go!"

"Did you know human thighs taste like beef?" I continue to talk in a calm voice, as if it was meant to be soothing for her. "I can't wait to eat yours."

I move closer to her, the sharp weapon lightly scraping her inner thigh. "Please, God, someone save me..."

My face breaks out into a maniacal grin for the first time tonight. "I'm not God, I'm Sasuke. And I'm simply a hunter trying to survive in this world, just like you." Having enough of this silly conversation, I stab into her thigh and carve a piece off. My carnivorous needs overwhelms me and I eat the raw flesh, licking my lips after I swallow the piece.

She seems to have fainted, her body color becoming white and pale. I know I have to finish the job quick. Methodically and mechanically, I begin to cut through her ankles, knees, chest, arms, and head. I throw away the head; I didn't need an unpretty face as a trophy.

As I chew on her warm, melted foot, I realize I never found out her name, but then again, I never cared to know.

Hi everyone, this is a rewritten version of my 'Survive' one-shot of cannibalistic&yandere-ish Sasuke [It's on Quotev]! I've decided to make this multi-chaptered as I was inspired by another story. I hope you enjoy, and please leave some feedback! Thank you all <3 *I apologize for any typos*