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I pulled my hand so close to that knife that I managed to grab it.
I put it up to the twenty-two year old's neck as he whimpered in pain.
"Th isi swh aty oug et!" I screamed, managing to get another whimper from the poor boy's mouth.
I laughed as I took the silver- rain-like knife and sliced it across his neck as he started to scream and wail in pain.
The crimson-red blood that came down from his neck started to drip all the way down to his clothes, and I laughed in response.
He was not dead.
..Yet.
He managed to get up, his highlighter hair shining in the small light that came from the living room.
I put the knife up to his chest.
"On em ore mo vea ndi sw eart og od..."
He'd immediately sit down again.
"Goo db oy." I stated, looking down at his neck.
I started to lick the knife, leaving no drops of blood left.
He'd bow his head.
I'd laugh so sickeningly that he would whine with a whimper.
What a little piece of crap.
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- tsk