User:EscapingReality

I'll just walk away. But trust me, in my head, you're dead.

I would slit your throat and cut your eyes out, but that would be to easy. You'd die to quick. Where's the pain in that? Where's the joy out of seeing you suffer?

No. I would rather tie you to a chair and burn your fingers off one by one. Then I'd cut your legs. From ankel up. But the cuts wouldn't be deep. No, that might kill you from all the blood you would lose. Instead, they'd only be shallow, but slow. Slow enough to let you feel the pain. Slow enough for my joy to set in and for laughter to errupt.

Just hope that someone else gets you before I do. Before I rip your head off and bite your heart out.