I stare at Val's office door. I had hidden he knife in my clothing. Today was the day I rid this world of him. He's a scourge. A plague. He chokes me. I hate everything about him. I hate him, so much. Which pains me to do this. I can't believe I'm going to do this. But I have to. I have to be free of him. I have to rid the world of him. 

I open the door. Val turns.

"What are you doing here and in a beautiful outfit?" He asks.

"Eh. I was lonely. I needed an excuse for a good time." I walk over to him. 

I had a bottle in my hand with a rose tied like a bow.

"Oh. I'm listening." Val says.

I get up on the desk. I put my hand on him. I move it up. 

"Come on Daddy. How about a good time?" I coo. 

"Hmmm." He says. 

He bends down. I give him a glass of the wine in the bottle. He takes it. He chugs it down. I push him onto the couch. I move my hand around his chest. I start unzipping his cloak. He moved two hands up my spine. He grips my head with the others. He swirls his tongue around mine. He seemed perfectly distracted and enveloped in the moment. I move my hand back. I take out the blade.

I hold it tightly. Steady as she goes. I point it toward Val. I slice him swiftly. He throws me aside. I slam into a wall. I still had the blade. His eyes flash anger. He stands up.

"Vary-Cakes-" He starts.

I glare at him. I stand straight up. No more fear. I'm done with being afraid. 

"What the fuck was that?" He hisses.

I glare at him. I grip the blade.

"Oh wait. I know what that was, but seriously what the fuck?" He hisses.

"I'm done with you. I'm done with all this Bullshit!" I yell. 

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He asks stepping forward.

"I hate you. I hate you beyond words. But I really hate what you've turned me into." 

"You signed the contract! You belong to me!"

"No fucking way am I sucking one more dick." 

He moves closer but falls. He grips the wall. 

"What the-" He starts.

"Oh I whipped up a numbing solution that you drank." I say walking forward.

He glares at me. I designed it to perfection. He'll go as limp as a noodle. I grip the knife. I slash him again.

"This is all for the times you screwed me." I say slicing.