I walk in front of the last man and smirk at him, asking if I can get him anything. He grunts and doesn't say anything more. This disappoints me but only slightly, I grab his hair and slam his face into the bar. He groans and swings his fist at me. I grab his fist and twist his arm, popping his shoulder out of joint, he screams but to give the man credit he tries to punch me with his other arm, which I also pop out of joint. He growls at me and tells me I'm scum. I shrug my shoulders and tell him exactly what I am, I'm a savage, feral mutant that kills for fun, a new born serial killer.

I throw him to the floor and put my boot on his chest pinning him to the floor. I grin down at him and he glares right back, I admire him for this his bravery in the face of my clear desire to kill him. I wonder how I should get him to beg... what is his weakness... what part of him is he trying to protect? I study him and note in surprise that he is just lay there and waiting for me to make a move, he's not trying to defend himself. I think I will make lots of cuts across his body until he's weak and batter him to death... Or perhaps I should grind the glass shards on the floor into his face and make him scream... Maybe I should skin him alive...

I wonder what this man fears and if I can use it to my advantage. I shrug my shoulders and lift him up, once I have him dangling off the floor by his neck I throw him into the mirror and bottles behind the bar. The man whimpers and I laugh in delight, I stand over him and drop some broken glass on his chest and stomach. He flinches and watches me warily as I lift my foot, only to bring it down on him, grinding the shards into his body. He screams this time and I revel in it.

I crouch down and look him in the eye, I lift my hand and show him the claws on my finger tips before slamming them down into his chest, he screams again as blood oozes around my fingers. This to me is pure pleasure, to break this man and watch him suffer as I slowly kill him... its utterly satisfying.

I blink and look up, pulled out of my revelry by the ever increasing sounds of sirens. Damn it! I break the man's neck quickly and make my escape.

I am highly disappointed and fully intend to take my anger out on my captive audience. She will scream and she will beg. I will be merciless and cruel, I will be satisfied!

I run home to my captive audience and immediately punch her in the face, she flinched but was used to this sort of greeting from me, I rip the ropes off of her and cup her face. She looks at me with her big brown eyes and I see a flicker of hope in them. I sneer at her, what a stupid bitch! I slide my thumbs up her face and grin at her before savagely stabbing the claws of my thumbs into her eyes, they burst and she screams and begs me to stop.

She's begging, but not for the right thing... yet. This victory is going to be so satisfying. I drop her and she sinks to the floor sobbing, I stand behind her and grab her hair again she is begging me not to. She has no idea what I'm going to do. I make a long cut along her hairline and start to pull her hair some more. I cut deeper then stop and rip off her scalp, the scream she emits is delicious and I shiver at the sound ringing off the walls.

I could stop here and torture her later but I need to be satisfied, so I extend my claws and dig them into the raw flesh I have just exposed on her head. She wails and whimpers, trembling in fear at what my next move might be. I drag my claws down her head, the whimpers turning into screams as I score her skull. I move my hands back up to repeat the action and now I get what I want, now she starts begging... Only begging to stop though, not begging to die, so I do it anyway.

Once I have finished shredding the top of her head, she is curled on the floor sobbing and weak. The head looses a lot of blood very quickly and a small pool has already formed around her. How... how can I get her to beg for death?!

I decide to vent my frustrations on her and beat her to death, I kneel over her prone form and slam my fists into her chest again and again. Eventually I hear a whisper almost like a prayer "Please... please no more... Finish it now, kill me." I close my eyes and smile in satisfaction... at last.

I rip out her throat and like the animal I am, I bend over and lap at the warm rushing blood to quench my thirst.