"P-please! Dont hurt me! I can give you anything you want! Freedom, money, you name it and it's yours."
Can you believe this idiot? He doesn't even care that im slaughtering his friends. I scoffed at that. Friends.
I pointed the syringe at him. "I'm sorry (not), but I'm not going to listen to trash." I didn't let him get another word out before stabbing him repeatedly. Unmercifully.
"I hate you all."
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