There he sat, tied up in a wooden, termite eaten chair.
I was so sick and tired of him and his the-world-revolves-around-me attitude that it galls my spirit and crawls my flesh just to look at him. I could even dig my eyes out with a rusty spoon with how much his appearance irked my soul.
"Any last words?" I asked as I reached down to pull the duct tape that held his self-proclaiming mouth shut. However, due to second thoughts, I left it. "On second thoughts, I don't need to hear your criticism as to how incorrectly I am going about killing you."
I took a rather jagged knife out of my pocket and waved it around his face and grinned as he began to let out muffled screams.
"Goodbye, Lèòn," I whispered as I plunged the knife into his heart.
Suddenly, I found myself shooting up out of my bed and panting rapidly. I gripped my head and let the tears flow freely from my tired eyes. I hated him so much.
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Psychoise: The Tale of a Yandere
HorrorI love my senpai. I would kill for my senpai. Don't get in the way of me and my senpai. If you do, you will surely die. The events are not in chronological order.
