He twirled a knife in his hand, his finger trailing up the blade of the weapon until it reached the tip. He pressed his finger down, numb pain shooting through the digit as he removed the knife. A trickle of blood ran down, pooling into his palm. He dropped his empty hand and looked at the squirming person sitting in a chair, hands and feet tied and mouth taped shut. He smiled creepily and walked up to the person, dragging the knife across their neck.
"So, I saw you talking to senpai." He said deeply, using the bleeding hand to swipe some of his unruly, short black hair out of his face. He leant closer to his victim, reddish-brown eyes glaring imperiously behind half framed glasses that glinted under the dim spotlight he had set up. It was just for effects, but it certainly scared the senpai-stealing whore. Ah... Sometimes he pitied these poor souls who even dared to touch his sweet, sweet Jack. His prey stared up at him, frightened. Panic flashed in her eyes as he reached over and brushed the blade of the knife along her cheek, trailing it down the pathway her tears made.
He ripped the tape from her mouth, a loud scream erupting from her mouth. She began hollering loudly, calling for help and wailing for someone to call the police. He scoffed. He flashed his hand into her mouth, gripping his fingers onto her slippery tongue, causing the other to gurgle and choke. He leant into her ear and whispered harshly for her to quiet down, and she immediately did. He chuckled and took his hand out of her mouth and whipped the saliva on her uniform's sleeve.
"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out." He ordered, staring at her, waiting. When she didn't comply, he slid his fingers onto her neck and squeezed, hearing a gasp escape. She stuck her tongue out, and he raised his hand to pat her head. He pinched the tip of her tongue and raised the knife, chopping it into her tongue. With a sickening squelch, he ripped the knife out of the tongue and swung it again, the muscle tearing in half and flopping uselessly onto the group. His victim screamed and sobbed, twisting her body effortfully in an attempt to loosen the binds and escape. He sighed and bent down to pick up the tongue. He inspected it, and placed it on top of the other's head, grinning playfully.
She shook it off, snarling angrily at him. Blood pouring painfully out of her mouth.
"Tsk tsk." He shook a finger, placing the knife to her earlobes, and chopped through the flesh, earning more screams. He scowled. As much as he loved to hear people scream, just listening to her shrill voice made it seem like he was cutting his own ears off. He slapped the tape back on, muffling her wails and continued the job, chopping the left off. Of course, that won't disable her hearing, so he stuck the tip of the weapon into her ear canal, shoving it deeper until something slowed it down. It had pierced her eardrum. He grabbed her shoulder tightly to hold her still, he began twisting the knife in punishment for her loud and annoying howling. Working the blade deeper, he broke through the ear drum, blood pouring endlessly down her jawline and his arm.
Her shoulders rose and fall as she sobbed, her chest heaving as she hyperventilated.
He continued digging the blade deeper, forcing the opening and canal wider. He roughly pulled it out, blood splattering onto his uniform.
"Well, your taste and hearing are gone. Now what? How about... Sight." He decided, holding the knife up, aiming for her eye. She squirmed, whining quietly.
In a flash, he tore the cutter into her eye, tearing through the cornea, digging it past the lens and through the vitreous body. He wiggled the knife around and roughly pulled it out. Nerves ripped as he tore the eye out of the socket with the knife. The blade slipped out of the eye, causing the organ to dangle onto the hostage's cheek. He slammed the knife down on the nerves, breaking it from the only thing holding it up. It fell onto her lap, and she let out a choking sob before passing out, her body growing pale as more blood flowed out.
He did the same for the other eye.
"Next is smell." He hummed, wondering how he should remove it.
Gripping the handle tightly, he stabbed the cutter into her nostrils, causing her limp head to roll back. He curled his fingers around the back of her neck and held it up, digging the blade deeper until the tip touched flesh. He continued to dig it further. He stopped until he reached the roof of the nasal passage, shaking the blade until it dug into the flesh, reaching the chemoreceptors. He began shaking the blade wildly in an attempt to cut the neurones. With a final tug, he pulled it out and did the same to the other nostril. Blood was flowing endlessly out of her body, and he watched, satisfied.
But there's still one more thing to do. He thought darkly.
He grabbed some gasoline that was sitting on a table nearby, and a matchbox placed on the same table. He began pouring the fluid all over the other's body, making sure to shift her around to drench every inch. After making sure she was covered, he grabbed the matchbox, taking a match out and flicking it a couple times on the box. He dropped it on her head, diving for safety behind a wall. She burst into flames, the fire slowly spreading around her body, fuelled by the gasoline. She began burning, ash beginning to cover her body. He chuckled, which soon evolved into maniacal laughter. Raising his head to look up, he stopped laughing and whispered. "No one shall touch senpai..." He snarled.
"Don't worry, Jack~ Marki's coming!~" He purred, then began to clean up the body and blood.
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(A/N: I've never written gore before, (Heh) I hope this is alright.)
