Stay with me

.11.

"It doesn't, I was the one who could feel how tight he was at first. No one could experience that ever again, I took his vir-" I push the knife all the way to the handle into his flesh.

"Who is your boss? Who are you working for?" I ask again,ignoring what he is saying also trying not to think about the images that came in my mind.
From his eyes tears escape- he breaths for a long time.

"I will never- tell you, no matter what... you do." He grumbles.

"Oh no, you will speak." I stand up pulling the knife out,more blood is flooding on the ground.

I clean the knife dragging across his pants.

"Why were you here?" I ask, I hold the knife to his throat. I push the tip to his skin a little. The sharp knife pokes trough his skin a little.

"Were you supposed to be meeting with your boss?" I ask again, I was starting lose patience with him.

He won't fucking talk.

"TELL ME!" I yell, Danzo looks at me dead in the eye and then- he just laughs. I click my tongue sighing.

I stand up I start kicking him in the stomach. I hit him everywhere, leashing my anger out.

Danzo cough up blood getting my suit dirty.

I let out a sigh and look around. If he doesn't talk then I will take my sweet time.

The cold air kisses my skin as I get my suit off, I fold my shirt up until my elbow.

No one was here, I get a cigarette out and lit it up.
The smoke fills nose as I blew it out.

"So you won't talk huh? Then tell me, why Sasuke?" I ask, he coughs again. He looks up and smirks. Blood flooding out of his mouth. Eye bruised and his hair messy.

It was a sight that everyone should have seen.

"Why him? He is gorgeous isn't he? Those black eyes, his dark hair. The pale smooth skin, his skin is like silk.
Let's not forget about how tight he is." He laughs, closing his eyes like he is imagining Sasuke.

No words came out of my mouth. My head was a mess.

"Did he spread his legs for you already?" He had the audacity to ask such thing.

I smile at him and let the ashes fall on him.

The ashes only hurt for a little time, but if you hold the cigarette to the skin it will burn it.

I look at him deciding where is the best place to burn him.

"Choose, leg, chest, or arm." I offer him nicely.

"Wha-t?" He asks, I shrug and squat down, just pushing my cigarette to his forehead.

He scream of pain, I shut him up with my palm. I turn the cigarette around until the heat leaves it. His breathing hits my palm.

I let the cigarette fall seeing the dot on his forehead. My hand still on his mouth, I lean close to his ears.

"Be quiet, we don't anyone to hear you right?" I say keeping my voice low.
I rip his suit with one motion, I need a piece.

He barks but no bite, let's how he will be cocky with mouth shut.

I cover his mouth with the clothes piece.

I get my knife, and expose his chest. I stare at it in disgust.

"I am gonna mark you so everyone will see what you are." I speak loudly, carving the letters on his chest. The skin opens and red blood paints his chest.