Another day started. Friday. The final day of this long week. I took a deep breath and headed to class. I finished an art project and read a book to pass the time. The bell rang and I went to my locker. I got my books and ran up to Mikayla.
"Want to hang out tonight?" I winked at her then chuckled.
She grinned, bumping her hip against mine.
An obvious yes.
I headed to class and waited for lunch to hurry up and get here.
I sat through all of my classes, wrong down notes, working in homework. The same old, same old. At lunch, we laughed, told stupid stories and just talked about random things. When the day ended, I went home to tell him where I was going, asking him if I could stay the night. He wasn't bothered by it. As I stepped outside waiting for her to come pick me up. I felt that same old feeling. The feeling that I forgot to do something. A hint of memory came to mind, the bag with my bloody clothes in it. I'm pretty sure no one would find it, definitely not her father. He'd feel like a fool to barge into my room.
The memory vanished as her car pulled up. She drove to my house like I requested through text, I quickly patted my pockets, no phone. I must've left it at the house, oh well. We got to the house and we entered through the door. Kissing, touching, exploring. I wanted something more tonight. We laid on the floor and she opened her bag, revealing all sorts of knives, along with rope and duct tape. I grinned at her.
Let's begin, shall we?
I tied her hands and feet together, placing the duct tape on her mouth.
"You're not allows to scream or make any sounds. If you do, more pain will be inflicted." I took out the small knife and kicked her onto the ground, I lifted up the back of her shirt and dragged the knife along her spine.
I slowly began to cut the flesh, following the spine up to the base of her skull. She kept moving and I grabbed her arm and squeezed. "Don't. Move."
I traced her ribs with the medium sized knife. I'd put pressure around the wounds, causing more blood to escape it's fleshy prison. If she loved pain so much, then why is she moving around in discomfort?
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Blood Lust
Mystery / Thriller"Am I evil? Am I good? I'm done asking those questions. I don't have the answers. Does anyone? People see what they want to see, nobody knows what I really am. We create our own destiny everyday we live. How do you show someone real love you when yo...
