My fingers were a tremble over him, fear was apparent in his quivering eyes. I dug the knife into his shoulder blade his screams muffled as I slice down his chest and blood slowly seeped down from his torso. I smirked as I watched him toss and turn in pain.

I brought the knife up to my tongue and licked and I smiled "Tastes of terror and dread,"

I wiped some sweat from my brow and frowned his life force was already draining "No," I said "You're dying too fast. I demand you to wait!"

I studied the injuries inflicted and I traced all the cuts with my fingers

"I suppose it has been five hours" I observed looking at the clock.

Time always flew when I operated. The ninja looked up into my eyes; tears welled up in his eyes. I removed the gag from his mouth.

"What is your name?" I said as I washed my hands in some water.

He didn't answer. I didn't expect him to; his throat must be dry from screaming. I took a cup and filled it with clean water and poured it slowly into his mouth.

His face was covered in sweat and blood.

"What is your name?" I repeated softly.

"…Goro," He wheezed.

I nodded slowly trying to keep his nerves down. I figured that if he suffered less anxiety then he would live for longer.

"What- what do you want?" He asked quietly.

I brushed some hair from my face "How old are you Goro?"

A tear fell from his eye "Twenty-two,"

I nodded "Okay Goro, in answer to your question; I want to kill you."

His eyes widened in fear and his breathing became faster.

I shushed him gently "Now, now. Don't worry, I promise you that this is for a greater good,"

Goro looked up at me, anger filled his face "What are you talking about?! How could this possibly be for the greater good?!"

I moved my face up to his "Calm yourself," I purred "You can't fight it, so go along with it,"

His response was vulgar. I wiped the spit from my cheek and scowled.

"Honestly Goro, if you had time I would tell you to work on your manners," I smiled.

I approached him with the knife again and stroked the blunt side against his neck.

"Please," He whispered.

I shook my head "No,"

I let the knife slice through his skin and veins, the blood sprayed my face like a wonderful, colourful fountain. I quickly looked into his eyes and watched them fade; it was nothing short of beautiful.

"No results," I muttered angrily.

Kabuto walked into the room "I'll clear the body up," He said dryly.

I nodded "Yes, then bring me another subject in an hour,"

Inspired by Ada Kensington