Dead.

"Who does he think he is? Breaking up with me at 01 in the morning?" I pressed the end of the knife deep into my palm. The shock waves around my palm made my adrenaline rise up, "I swear, he's stubborn, weak, pathetic." Blood dripped from my palm, and I watched it, "He's dead to me."

The victim squirmed in his seat, trying to cry out through the rag stuffed in his mouth. He had hazel eyes, dark black hair.

No, it wasn't Frank. I wish.

It was a younger male, in his early 20's. His name was Charlie. His naked body was firmly tightened onto the wooden chair. His body was weak. I had already violated him, completing step 01.

"Charlie," I stated, "I like you," I walked over, cupping his face with my bloody hand, “You look alike to him, y’know?” I stared at his facial features, scanning his face. The structure of his chin was off, but his eyes were on point. Charlie’s lashes were longer, but the hazel eyes were as bright as Frankie’s. I smeared my blood on his cheek as I pulled away, “He doesn’t get that I love him enough to to dominate him-do you know how much of a treat that is? For The Raven to love someone?” I chuckled lightly, “I bet he was just using me for the thrill of the ride of murdering...he probably never loved me.” I tightened my jaw, staring at the knife, “I wish he was here to take your spot.” I faced Charlie who cried softly. I kneeled to him, “Now, don’t cry.” I pressed the tip of the knife into his pants, dragging the knife down, cutting the cloth, “Think of it as a game...how long can you last until you finally shriek, “kill me!”.“ I grinned, “Charlie, you have no idea how much this would help me. I could get cured for this,” I laughed, “Just sit back, and let me do everything,”

I couldn’t take my eyes off the knife that drilled into his calf. He flinched and screamed through the rag. I watched in awe as the blood trailed down to his ankle. I looked up at him, “Does it hurt? How badly?”

Charlie’s cries turned in rage as he screamed through his rag. I smiled as I trailed the knife down deep into his skin, hearing his cries too. I cackled, “It’ll hurt more if you move, kid!” I pulled the knife away swiftly before lodging the knife into his thigh.

Charlie had passed out.

I rolled my eyes as I grabbed the near-by bucket of water. I held it high before dumping it onto his face. The water collided with his face and his eyes widen in fear before his cries started again.

I took the knife out from his thigh, allowing blood to flow from it. I asked softly, “How does it feel? The blood rushing out of your insides onto the ground?”

Charlie’s eyes stared into mine, his breathing was rapid.

I smiled softly, “You’re mine.”

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