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"will you get mad if i kill you?" worry was visible on the mysterious boy's face as he gently caress the stranger's face using the back of his hand, the latter cried louder as response

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"will you get mad if i kill you?" worry was visible on the mysterious boy's face as he gently caress the stranger's face using the back of his hand, the latter cried louder as response.

"hm, that's right. i love the sound you make. your cries, whimpers and the face you make when you're so scared." he chuckled lowly. he pulled away and stared at the high school boy who's tied in a metal chair with a barbed wire, his face and body was covered in blood. bruises all over his body.

"why are you doing this?" the pitiful boy asked.

"no personal questions." he glared at the poor boy. he walks towards to the wooden table as he picks up a peeler and a half lemon. he then giggled before turning around to meet the boy's gaze.

"aren't you a bit thirsty?" he skinned the boy's right cheek using the peeler causing him to scream in pain.

"yes? oh, here. have some lemon juice!" a grin was plastered on his face as he squeeze the lemon on his victim's fresh wound. his dark eyes was full of hatred. he thought that the guy infront of him deserves this pain, deserves to die.

"AHHH! J-JUST KILL ME. PLEASE STOP!" he pleaded, agony was visible on his wounded face.

"aw, you no fun! but okay, your wish is my command. bye playmate, see you in hell." the baseball bat with a sharp spikes caught his attention, he held it with both of his hands, positioning himself.

blood splattered on the brick walls including him, his hand made way to his face to wipe the blood, staring at his hand for a second before licking the blood off. his evil smirk never left his pretty face as he decided to kept the body away and destroyed the tools and evidences, he then left the scene happily.

scapegoat // markhyuckWhere stories live. Discover now