"I want you to beg, love....I want you to whimper in my ear, pretending like you're not bound to give out any minute, but you can feel it. All you can feel is the slow drumming of your heart. I want your hands to claw into my skin and your mouth to part as you gasp for air and your lungs to deprive of the oxygen you need. I want your eyes to turn titanium white so I can see the red veins pulse and your body to shake uncontrollably, until your eyes descend into black. I want to feel the cold radiate off of you like the arctic, I want to feel your muscles give away against the fight, depriving of strength. I want you to plead for mercy and I want your head thrown back, watching your skin turn paler. I want your neck exposed for me to take and your head free of any thought, a silent death. I want my knife to tease the skin of your neck, I want you to scream until your throat is raw "Spencer please. Spencer please" you pant with beads of sweat adorning your body and face. I want you to say the finally words I've ordered you to say in the last moment of your time on this earth" he placed the gold knife to my neck beckoning me to say it, I didn't say a word. "Say it Gracie," I couldn't form the words, his patience was running low. "I said say it" He whispered in my ear. With chapped lips and watery eyes, I made the decision of saying the final words.