I yanked his hair back, pulling him off the ground and pinning him to a tree. My hand reached for the knife in my pocket and with no hesitation, I thrust it into his stomach until the end embedded itself into the tree.
My eyes were fixed to him as tears steamed down his face, mixing with the blood covering his cuts and bruises.
My face was blank and free of any emotions. I just stared at his pale face, listening to his cries as he begs me to spare him. But it was too late.
He eyes closed and he stopped moving. So did his heart. I stay rooted in my spot as I stared at the dead body with no emotions. Then, both of us vanish as I wake up.
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