//Based off of this post.
"Say it, Sarah. Beg me. Beg for your worthless fuckin' life."
They'd been curled up in bed. She thought he was asleep. Then again, she wasn't aware of much herself. She should have made a point to stay up. She should have made him leave. All these should haves didn't help things. They didn't change them. Thinking about what she could have done didn't help the fact that he had her pinned to the bed, staring up into his eyes, clear fear in her own as she tried to avoid the sight of the knife in his hand.
Johnny was toying with her, that much was clear. The grin on his face made her blood run cold. She was doing her best not to tremble. This was not the way she'd thought she'd go out. Not the way she wanted. She'd wanted a hero's death. Go out with guns blazing. What had she really expected from him? It wasn't like she was stupid. He was a killer. He was a cannibal. He was all these horrible things rolled into one gorgeous package. She'd gotten herself blinded. She'd become too comfortable.
"I said beg me, you stupid fuckin' whore."
He'd leaned himself down beside her ear, keeping his knife at her throat as he whispered into it. Her eyes squeezed shut, a few tears escaping them. The way he spoke, it was the same voice he'd always used in bed. It wasn't menacing. It wasn't frightening. If anything, it turned her on. She hated that. Here she was crying and shaking with fear, and her own body was betraying her. She was actually arching up against him. Her lips parted in an effort to mumble a frantic plea, but all she managed to croak out was a weak sounding "Please..."
This wasn't good enough. He moved one hand to grip her hair, yanking her head back further to give the knife easier access to her throat. He was already applying pressure, enough for a thin line of blood to trickle from it, one little drop rolling down her neck to land on her sheets. Her eyes shot open again to stare up at him once more. They were doing all the pleading she couldn't. He just chuckled at her. Bloodshot and teary, fear filled eyes from the great Sarah Fortune? This was the funniest thing he'd seen all week. With a slight grin, he pushed the knife down a bit more, drawing more blood. It was pooling up beneath her on the sheets of the same color.
"Nobody's going to miss you. Nobody will even come looking. You really are a dumb fucking bitch."
With each word, the knife dug deeper into her skin, eliciting strangled sounding gasps from her. If she couldn't speak before, she damn sure couldn't now. Though it didn't matter. She knew that by now. Even if she could plead for her life, it would fall onto deaf ears. He would never give her mercy. He only wanted to hear it. One last act of humiliation. She wasn't going to give him that. She wasn't going to give him anymore satisfaction than he'd already had. Her eyes fell shut, one last thought running through her mind as she simply gave up. I'm coming, mom.
Her eyes never opened after that. It only took him a moment to realize she wasn't going to say anything more. Without any more hesitation, he moved the blade to slice it across her throat, letting more of her blood seep out. The scarlet liquid was making a bigger pool under her naked body, staining the rest of her skin.
Johnny's eyes rolled as he got up off her limp form and turned for the door. He was halfway to the door when the glint of bronze caught his eye. He didn't want a prize. He wasn't interested in taking any of the money or jewels she had stashed. But those weapons. Those 'babies' she'd always referred to. Those were too much to resist. They were just hanging there on the bedpost. A slow grin creeped across his face as he picked them up. Sarah Fortune's own pristine guns? Those would fetch a good penny at any seedy auction in Runeterra. He slung the holsters over his shoulder and opened the door, taking one last glance at the redhead's corpse before walking out withn that same grin. It wasn't like she was going to need them anymore anyway.
