Page 109 of Satan's Spawn
“Doesn’t seem so harmless now, does it?” I point the blade at him. “What the fuck did I say about the new girl?”
“To-to act as if the incident at the party never happened.” Puny stutters.
I turn my attention to him, running the tip of the blade up his lanky torso, making him squirm from my touch. Tingles flutter throughout my gut with his nervous reaction. “Kind of hard to do that when you’re laughing at her, isn’t it?”
“It won’t happen again!” Joffrey announces, desperate. “I swear man, moving forward we will pretend like the girl doesn’t exist.”
“How well am I known for my second chances?” I press the blade harder against his friend’s skin, making the guy bleed and whimper like the little bitch I know he is.
“C’mon, man. It’s not that serious.” Joffrey pleads.
“Defying me isn’t serious?” I raise an eyebrow, finally halting the blade’s movement when it reaches Puny’s collar bone. “I don’t share what’s mine to tarnish. And make no mistake, Rebecca ismineto tarnish.”
“You’re right. Of course you’re right, man. I promise we won’t say a word about her again.”
Damn fucking right they won’t. It’s bad enough knowing these assholes live with the image of her tits in their heads.
If plucking out their eyes would alleviate that it’d already be done.
I pull my hand away from the withering teenager, wiping the blood staining the blade across his chest. “I know you won’t, but I prefer not to leave things up to chance.”
Reaching for the friend first, my hand slaps around his neck as I force his back on the bench, his towel opened completely as I straddle him, locking his hands between my legs.
Most men would be repulsed at the thought of sitting on a another dudes Johnson, but I don’t give a homophobic fuck. I’d shove my shit down his throat right now and have him choking on it if I felt it would suffice.
I do what I want, and what I want right now is to make this piece of shit pay. Butthatparticular punishment doesn’t fit the crime.
“What the hell are you doing, man?!” Puny shrieks below me, trying everything to escape my hold on him but it’s useless.
“Making sure Rebecca’s name never comes out of your fucking mouth again.” I hold the blade to his lips, and press down until I hear a strangled cry. “Open up buttercup.” I pry his mouth open with the metal, the other hand squeezing his neck tighter.
Kid’s not even bothering to put up a fight anymore. He sealed his fate and he knows it.
A squeaky pathetic version of “please” escapes his bloody lips, but there’s no going back, I’m having too much fun.
“You better learn to tolerate pain fast, because screaming isn’t an option.”
“Cray, c’mon, he’s had enough.” Joffrey stands beside us, trying to reason with me one more time, as if I’m someone who resorts to boring things likerationale.
Fucker knows better than to make a run for safety, though, because if there’s anything I enjoy more than fear, it’s the thrill of the chase.
“Don’t worry, Joff, you’ll get your turn.” I smirk at him before focusing back on his friend, releasing his throat to slide the blade inside his mouth. “Now stick out your tongue like a good little boy. And remember, the more noise you make, the harder I slice.”
Gurgling sounds erupt from Puny as I hold his tongue out, carving a smile into it, making blood spill down my fingers, all the way to my wrist.
Then I add two X’s as eyes for good measure.
The sound of the locker door opening has me putting a momentary freeze on my masterpiece, but when I hear Saint’s voice calling out for me I go right back to it, topping the face off with a tongue as Puny holds back his screams.
I tilt my head to the side to examine what now looks like the Nirvana logo.
Huh, that wasn’t even intentional.
When Saint appears, his face is unbothered by the bloody scene before him.
“So, is this part of your new…hobby?” He asks as he stands over us. “I mean, if you’re going for the serial killer look, it's already been established man, trust me.”
I smile with his remark, but don’t turn around, keeping my focus on Puny’s tongue.
