The once beautiful body at my feet is fading to death, but I don't want that yet oh no. I need her to beg me for death that's what I like, that is what I enjoy.
I sit next to her and ponder for a moment, then it comes to me and I reach out and with my claws, oh so slowly I start too peel the skin from her flesh. Tears roll down her cheeks and fresh screams accompany every movement of my hands and I smile, I love the sound of screams...
I pause and watch her struggle to move away from me, it's quite funny to see her limp fingers gripping the pile of the carpet to drag herself along. Of course being so weak she barely moves an inch. I start on her thighs and as I strip away the first section I hear a whimpered word "Please." I stop and look at her, her eyes are closed, blood streaking her once beautiful face. "Please whut frail?" I growl at her and I watch her cower at the sound of my voice. "Please... Kill me. I don't want... to hurt anymore." I Grin, Victory, It is a fucking wonderful feeling. I decide to end her misery by ripping out the rest of her throat. She is dead in seconds and I'm elated.
I leave her as she is Little Prick didn't pay me ta clean up after and it's his own fault for not giving me any limitations. I leave the way I came, I'm not careful about fingerprints and shit like that. Let them try to come for me, they will end up like you my friend. My captive audience.
I wonder what I'm going to do with you... You never ask me to finish it and I don't feel inclined to simply let you bleed to death... Why is that? Yes you look at me with your big brown eyes and implore me to let you go, but never to let you die. Your once beautiful black hair now matted with blood hangs behind you... I could rip it off... That might get you to speak. I look over your body again, once flawless alabaster it is now crisscrossed with scars and not yet healed wounds. Perhaps they will come for you, perhaps they won't. Your people... Do they care your gone? I often wonder.
Families, who needs them? I don't, not anymore. I look after myself and for all I know your family are glad you're gone too. Hell they are probably throwing a party! I wonder who I will kill next... I won't try you again just now I will give you till tomorrow... Who says I can't be nice?
Besides I have already killed one woman tonight, I need a challenge and no challenge is greater than getting a hard bastard to beg for death. I leave my captive audience in the bunker where I'm living, not like she's going anywhere naked and tied to a chair the way she is. I head to a local bar where I know only the meanest sons of bitches go to drink.
The door is practically hanging on its hinges and the smell of blood and vomit are already on the air. I pause for a moment and smirk to myself. Why only kill one person when I can kill a whole bar full tonight?
I stride through the door and look around me, ten men at least here tonight. I will kill them all except the toughest. He will be the one to beg for death...
I walk over to a small group of men sat at a table and start a fight in the usual way, I pick up their beers one by one and drain them all. As I turn to leave I hear the scrape of chairs as the outraged men get to their feet... show time...
The first man steps up to me with a knife him his hand, I break his arm like a tooth pick and he drops to the floor and sobs like a little bitch with a skinned knee, he's pathetic and his sobbing annoys the hell out of me so I bring my foot down on his face and crush his skull, my boot now covered in blood and gore.
I turn to the other men and tell them to bring it on, one way or another they were all going to die, even if they ran. None of them ran though one or two looked like they might. Three men launch themselves at me and I break one of their necks, rip out another's throat with my teeth and the last one I throw across the room and into the wall, which he hits with a dull crack, his eyes wide and vacant as he slides to the floor leaving a trail of blood in his wake.
The remaining men look at each other and I wonder who will be the next to make a move. I don't have long to wait as a large heavy set man with a flat nose comes up to me and tries to punch me in the face. I grab his wrist and twist his arm, pulling it out to the side. With a smirk I punch through his chest and crush his heart. Oh this is exhilarating I never want it to end!
One of the six men left in the bar walks up to me, arrogance and confidence in every step. He starts the usual crap about how I don't know what I have gotten myself into and that it was not too late to walk out. I smirk at him and tell him to take his best shot. I have to admit he surprises me by pulling a gun and firing point black into my chest. It hurts, I won't lie but I have had worse in my life and I simply look him in the eye and sneer at him asking if that was all he had.
The arrogant little shit takes a surprised step back and seems to have forgotten his gun. I take advantage of that and slap it from his hand. He is weak and afraid, stuttering that I'm a monster, a demon all the usual stuff I have heard since I was a child.