Tres Masochistic
The cold sharpener blade ran a cross his skin, he whimpered. This was his fifteenth cut, the first one was by accident. It made him feel real when he cut. The blood pushed itself out at a slow speed and rolled down onto the floor. He loved the sharp blade, he loved pain, it released him from all the stress. This was his last day, he was losing blood fast. He screamed in pain, he hit a main vein. He slashed at it again, making the incision deeprer. His body went limp and he was fading away...
R.I.P.
Takao Kinomiya.
Tyson's Slave: 100 words! -
