Warning, rated 16 and older due to contents and maybe violence/gore. (Genre: Horror)
I dug the object in, relishing in the loud yelp that brought my bloodlust to front. Sweet, sweet revenge; I’m so happy you came back to me. I grab the thin wrist and tighten my grasp, hearing the resonating crack that followed. So very happy. A shiver of content crawled down my spine and a happy sigh was released.
“You had me so worried, my little angel.” I say, running a finger along her collar. “I thought you ran away.”
A small whimper caught my attention.
“Oh? Does it hurt?” I twist the object, grinning when I heard the loud gasp. How fun this is, to cause you so much pain. I pull the object out and plunge it in once more, harder, harsher.
“You’re so quiet today,” I say in a low baritone, eyeing the blood flowing down her legs. I press my hand against the knife and leaned close to her. “But I want to hear you scream.” I ripped the knife out and staked it back in, only to have the red liquid stain my front.
I stare gleefully at her. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you scream,” I hiss. “So let’s dance, little angel. Let’s dance the night away.” I plunge the item in once more. A small scream escaped. Yes, I’ll make sure you’ll scream. Scream until your throat goes raw and you lose all hope, begging to stay by my side forever. So scream my little angel, scream until you can scream no more.
