Started: 2019
Ended: 2020
Scrapping this/not editing and just rewriting it. This was my first real try at writing and I love this but I wanna change so much but then it'll just be a whole new book so ima do just that instead of editing. I don't know...
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♕ P E R S E P H O N E ♕
"Please! Please don't do this!" My new victim begs.
I grab a dull knife stalking towards him. With a big excited smile on my face. When I reach behind him I bend down slight so my lips are touching his ear.
"Let's play a game shall we?" I whisper with a little giggle.
"No you crazy bitch!" He shouts.
"Tsk. Tsk. You're being very bad." I pout walking next to him.
"Let me go. Please!"
"I just wanna play." I say smiling again.
"Fine. What are we playing?" He says getting nervous.
My smile widens, if that's even possible, and I show him the dull knife that was behind my back.
"The knife game of course!" I say with a little jump of excitement.
"N-no something else, please." He stutters looking frightened.
"Oh c'mon, I'm amazing at this game. I'm basically a professional." I shrug before grabbing his left wrist and bringing it out.
"N-NO!" He shouts fighting me by pulling his wrist back making me pout again.
"Either you cooperate, or, I'll just simply cut off your fingers slowly. Your choice." I say going back to smiling at the answer I know he'll pick.
After a few moments he finally answers with a mumbled 'ok' and let's me grab his wrist again and bring it to the table. I bring the dull knife to the outside of his thumb making him slightly flinch already.
"Ready?" I smile at him.
"N-" I cut him off
"Great let's get started!"
I start off slow tapping the end of the knife on the table going back and forth from the outside of his thumb to between his other fingers. He flinched at first, as I start going faster I see him pale a little more and slightly sweating.
