"Please! Please, dont hurt me! I'll do anything!"
"Oh sweetheart, I dont want you to do anything. I just want to watch you die." His raspy voice whispered. He took out his machete and sliced it through the poor womans' arm. Hearing her piercing scream just made him feel good, it turned him on. He's crazy, he's gone fucking psychotic. But who can blame him, anyone who has felt what he's felt would go crazy, anyone who has seen what he's seen would be corrupt, anyone who has been traumatized like him would want release.
"Please, Please! Why are you doing this?" The lady whimpered in pain, loosing blood, trying to save herself from being another victim.
"Because I need release and so do you." Harry said, bringing his arm back and slicing the sharp knife across her neck. He smirked feeling refreshed and accomplished as he watched the blood flow out of her neck so freely.
Hi there! I hope you enjoyed the sneakpeek of this crazy ass story. It'll get better and it will progress to the good stuff later on. Idk how regularly I'll be updating bc im busy with school work and stuff but I'll try to make a schedule for it. Have a wonderful day!
-Valentina
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noxious |H.S|
Horror[nok-shuh s] adj. morally harmful; corrupting; pernicious he was a psycho who believed in love but swore to never fall in love.
