look, fuck, stop screaming. I know you don’t like it, but youre dead soon either way. Hm? yes, you’re right, I don’t have to do this. yes, I could very much let you go and pick someone else. but im not going to. listen, listen, calm down, deep breaths. that’s good, thank you. so, you have a choice to make, are you listening?
you have two options. option one: you stand your ground, with dignity, and ill look you in the eyes as I drain your blood quickly, lowering your rapidly cooling body to the floor—little pain, quick death. option two: try your luck by running away. if you run, I’ll still catch you. ill grind your weak body into the hard ground, pinning you under me, knife flashing each time I slash it across your soft skin, feral, hungry, cruel.
hey stupid, shut the fuck up and listen to me. this is important. your life only ends once, dont fuck this up. save the tears for later. and stop teasing me with those pathetic little sobs. it’s distracting.
thank you, much better. fact of the matter is that either way, im going to get hard while im cutting you open. either way, im going to fuck your limp, broken body as you bleed out under me. either way, youre gonna make me cum, whether you’re dead or alive. maybe it’ll be the last thing you ever feel. maybe you’ll die waiting to feel it. it might not seem to make much difference to pick one or the other, I understand. im not even sure myself if they’re any different. i just think its at least decent of me to give you the option.
what, were you expecting more? that’s it. and honestly, I don’t want to wait all day for your answer. you have five seconds to pick an option, or ill pick one for you. and hey, I just wanted to let you know: now’s when you start crying.
five, four, three, two, one….
