Infidelity. What foolishness. Your temerity disappoints me. You would forfeit your life for some whore? Choose another over me? Tsk, tsk.
When Iβm done with her, and her blood is pooling towards your feet, I will promise to do so much worse.
You wonβt have time to wonder how when my knife is in your kneecap and Iβm popping it fucking open. I relish in imagining your joint fluid escaping where it is not supposed to.
The world will flash black and white behind your eyelids, and the pain will be such that you cannot even manage a scream. Only a pathetic, choking sound, dying in your throat.