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“Please. I didn't do anything. Don’t hurt me please” I watched the asshole beg for his dear life, fuelling that fucked up need in me to kill. Blood rushed through my veins, adrenaline pumping from his every sob, making me eager to end his suffering. I walked away from him, in a bit to calm myself, because while I enjoyed his suffering like the fucking psycho that I am, I wanted it to last longer.

I picked up a pair of pliers and walked back to him. His left eye had already turned dark from my fist repeatedly smashing against it.

“Please, spare my life” he begged further and I ignored his cry. I held him by the hair and forcefully yanked his head backwards, causing him to yell out in pain and granting me access to his mouth, which has been my target.

"You have a fetish for biting women, how about I fix that for you?" I whispered and carefully positioned the pliers on one of his big front teeth. More muffled pleas spurred out from his mouth and again, I ignored it.

I took my time in pulling out his teeth, making his pain last longer and the sound of his screams making me go high. His teeth fully out, I threw it aside and yanked his head backwards, ready to pull out the other big teeth. But I was fast this time and as soon as I was done and releasing his head, the bastard dropped to the ground.

"You have got to be kidding me" I hissed out in annoyance, coming down from my high. I brought my hand to his neck, checking for a pulse and when I couldn't find any, I rolled my eyes.

"Fucking asshole. Couldn't be a man and take all the pain" I cursed out. I stood next to the lifeless body, wondering if it was worth continuing with what I had in store for him or figuring out another means to get off the adrenaline pumping through my veins.

Soon, my phone begins to vibrate. I pull it out of my pocket and answer without looking at the caller ID. Very few people had my private line, so I knew it was someone close to me calling.

"RD" I murmured my signature greeting once the phone was pressed to my ear.

"Why can't you say hello for once, like every other normal person would?" At the sound of Harnoid's voice, I rolled my eyes.

"What do you want?" I hissed out, still very pisssed off at the fact that I couldn't carry out my plans.

"Wow, calm down. I was just calling to make sure you haven't decapitated him" There was amusement in her voice as she spoke and that irked me. Rolling my eyes further, I cursed at her and then hung up the call, trusting that she'll get the hint and send someone to clean up.

I took out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket and lit it, inhaling the smoke and letting it burn my throat. After three more drags, I relaxed.

Shooting one last look at my victim, I cursed again before walking out of the premises, leaving his lifeless body there.

This side of town was known for gang fights, drug traffickers and whatnot, so I wasn't in the least bit worried about the bastard's death being traced back to me. They'll most likely assume it was a gang fight gone wrong. And if there was anything linking me to him, I trust Harnoid to make it disappear.

The night breeze is cooler this time of the year, and some wear jackets, while others opt to wear jeans or long pants. I was dressed in black from head to toe. It’s not because I prefer the colour—it’s solely because it’s harder to see the blood.