Title: Easy
Summary: It would be easy. Easy and painful
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Pity, I'd liked the knife
Warning: Well M-Rated. This is bloody And short
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Easy
It was easy. Like the movies. Take a knife. Search a victim. Then stab. And stab. And stab.
Until they stop squirming. Stop screaming. The moment he wasn't able to cause them anymore pain was the moment he lost every interest in them.
Such a pity.
But he had found a good replacement.
The first time was painful. The second even more. The third time Bill started using the knife. The same knife they used to murder.
It made him squirm. Just like them.
It got more and more painful. He noticed it also get easier.
He didn't thought it would be so easy. The feeling of killing. So easy changed for feeling like being killed.
Was he a masochist?
Maybe.
He liked the pain. He liked the knife forcing blood out.
Just as good as being the one to force it out.
Was he a sadist?
Maybe.
The best was still the mix. The mix between pain he caused and pain he felt. A feeling that made him scream cause it was too good.
Ecstasy.
He wanted more. To got more he'd do everything. Allow Billy to do everything.
It got easier every time. It got painfuller every time. Someday Billy would kill him. He could see it. It wasn't only him getting high. Billy was like him. He was addicted. Addicted to the rush. To the blood. To the pain.
But Billy wasn't totally like him. Billy caused pain. He wasn't felling it.
Someday Billy would kill him.
Accidentally?
Maybe.
Intentional?
Maybe.
Stu longed for that day. It would be easy.
Easy and painful.