The Scenario Pt. 1

I've often thought of how I'd kill you.
Sometimes Master is there, holding you down. Sometimes I get to do it all by my self.
But my favourite has to be when we're alone.

I break into your room; I have, of course, spent months planning for this, and no longer care about any of the consequences of my actions, just happy in the thought that you would be dead by the end of the night.

I didn't bring a chainsaw. Of course I didn't. Far too noisy, and I don't want any of your family waking up and interrupting us, now do I?
No. I brought a gun instead, with a silencer of course. I don't care if people hear the final shot; I'll be long gone by that time.

Once I've pryed out your bedroom window (terribly silly of you to leave it unlocked, by the way) I climb in, and land as silently as I can in your room.
I scoff at my surroundings. The presents I gave you clearly on show, whereas I had burned everything you had given me.

I contemplate wrecking your room, quietly of course, once I had you restrained and gagged.
I turn to your bed, see you sleeping. God, what a sloth.
Wondering how to wake you without too much of a comotion, I turn to your curtains and shut them slowly, before baracading your door with your shelves. You stir slightly at this, but return to your land of dreams.
I crouch down and look through your phone, full of soppy messages to your 'lover'. I spit in disgust on it, before hurling it out of the window. Good thing I was wearing gloves.

I wake you in a simple way, gag you, which causes your to wake in a panic, pull you out of bed by your hair, and, whilst you struggle on the floor, tie your hands and feet securly behind your back.
Your eyes are wild with fear as you desperatly try to assess the situation. Then your eyes find me, and they become wide with panic. It's laughable.
I smile, even laugh a little to see you in such a pathetic state.
I remain silent for a while, listening to any indication that your family have heard anything.

All quiet.

I smile again.
Not so confident and strong now, are we? 

I start to walk around your room. I pick up one of the gifts I gave you. It's very beautiful, well painted. I even thought of buying one for myself. I feel harsh, to the present, as I tear off its limbs and throw them to the floor, before looking back at you. I know now that any means of wrecking your room will cause too much noise, and will make your family wake up.

Then, I begin to think of ways I could torture you, prolong your suffering, out loud of course.
Your eyes are still wide, even- is that? Yes, you begin to cry a little as I describe the various ways I'm going to hurt you. Oh please, someone play the violins.

'Should I ungag you, so you can beg for your life?', she doesn't respond. I laugh again, and kneel down close to her face, 'If I ungag you, you have to promise that you won't scream, or else.. I know a certain part of your body which, if hit, will cause you immense pain', I of course don't. I'm not the most inteligent person. And I know that she is smarter than me. She's not convinced, and even gets a littler calmer, which I do not like.

Giving the appearence of bordem, I pull out my kitchen knife and begin to jump it up and down on her legs, and down to her feet. 'Reply' I say plainly, as I drive the knife slowly into her foot. I quickly hold my hand over her mouth, as well as the gag, as the muffled scream fills the room. It's a bit louder than I expected, so I quickly remove the knife, and drag a pillow from her bed and cover her mouth with it. She's no longer screaming - wimpering, crying. Most likely praying in her head that this will all end.

Like fuck and I going to let this end any time soon.

I look into her eyes, and ask again, 'Do you want to beg for your life?' she makes a weak little sound this time, as she nods slowly, sort of like a baby horse nickering, except way more pathetic.
I smile, and then I know that she won't scream, or we will start this all over again, I promise her.
Keeping the gag handy, I pull it away from her mouth. She coughs, and makes a frightened kitten noise at the sight of her still bleeding foot. I follow her eyes down to it, and smile a little, 'Yeah, it took me a while to get it in; I forgot the foot had bones in it'. She meets my eyes. She still hasn't said anything.

'I'm not doing all of the talking, but I guess I'll start'. I stand, and begin to walk casually around the room. 'You think what I'm doing is unfair, don't you?'. Still she doesn't talk. I get a little angry as I speak. 'I don't suppose you've ever cried yourself to sleep, have you? I don't suppose that you've ever wanted to cut yourself, something that you swore that you'd never do again, and have urges to do so, several times, I might add, all because of one girl who you thought would never hurt you?!'. I stop and glare at her from across the room.
'I never thought that I'd be here, and have you there as my first victim'. We stay silent for a few moments, she taking in what I'd said, her eyes, somehow, becoming calm.
'"Oh never mind about Connie! She'll just calm down eventually! All her threats about killing, they'll never happen! She doesn't want to cut herself! She doesn't want to die!" I bet those were your exact words, weren't they?!'.

I quieten down again, knowing that shouting any louder will definatly wake her family.
'Go on then. Give me your opinion'.
I stare at her. I don't think she knows what to say, so I start for her, 'Let's begin with a plea for your life, shall we-' 'Stop it. Please.'. She interuppted. At first, I was shocked by her words, but then I do my best to regain my confidence, though her tone did strike a nerve somewhere.
'Not good enough. Try again' I say, this time, I come to knee in front of her, a hold the gun to her left temple. Somehow, she still has her confidence. 'Connie, please don't do this. You'll ruin your life if you kill me', 'Me? Ruin MY life?! *scoff* You ruined my life long ago, and this what you get for it! Beg again!'.

But, for some reason, she's now quiet, and reluctant to beg anymore. She looks at me like she knows that I won't kill her. I laugh. I can't help it. I laugh louder than I should - maybe her family will just think it's her.