The seven victims of George Wallace

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

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Victim 5: Kai

“Reese?” I spoke softly, terrified yet eager.

I didn’t make it all the way down the stairs. Instead I sat down, looking through the banister at him.

Reese. He was covered in blood from the neck down, fresh and glistening. Even over his struggles and muffled screams, I could hear each drop hit the floor. The puddle underneath him just kept growing in size.

The masked man pivoted slowly, cocking his head as he turned. My heart began racing again just like it had earlier. Back when I met him for the first time. His mask was splattered with red now, not the shiny white from before.

“How kind of you to join us..” his voice was dark and sensual, “..I was only getting started.”

The masked man twirled his knife in his hand as he talked. He almost sounded sincere, like he was apologizing for all the mess.

The house is in shambles. The walk from my room to the basement has been nothing but blood stained floors and broken glass.

He told me to give him an hour, til eleven o'clock on the dot.

It didn’t make sense how he achieved so much in that short amount of time. I wasn’t even sure what I was looking at, the contraption set up down here. It suspended Reese’s body in the air, he could barely keep himself up.

I watched as Reese’s eyes darted from me to the masked man. They were wide and scared, truly confused at the situation before him. Does he think I’m here to save him? Does he really think I care for him enough?

“Don’t be shy..” the masked man’s words were deep and dark, trailing into a whisper. “..isn’t this what you wanted?”

I gulped, hesitantly standing and finishing my way down the stairs. My legs felt like jello and my heart thumped out of my chest. Of course this is what I wanted. I wanted nothing more than to get rid of the man that’s made my life hell. The man that rapes me when he feels like it. The man that blackmails me to get what he wants. Of course I wanted to hurt him.

But like this?

Reese’s quieted screams became all more apparent the closer I got to him. I could see the gears turning in his head, conclusions being drawn in his eyes.

“Not what you were expecting, sunshine?” the man turned back to Reese’s hanging body.

I could hear the amusement dripping from his voice. He was mesmerized by the sight in front of him, proud of it too.

“Hm?” the man’s voice quickened, bringing his knife to Reese’s throat. “..oh right..”

The man let off pressure from digging into Reese’s neck, falsely forgetting that he couldn’t speak.

“So..” the man pulled his knife away from Reese’s throat, “..someone doesn’t like you very much, sweetheart.”

I watched Reese wiggle more in his restraints, his cries growing louder as he put the pieces together. I’m not here to save him.

Reese looked at me with eyes I’ve given him countless times. He’s never held back, so why should I?

Smack!

I reached out and slapped Reese as hard as I could. The impact made him stumble, almost losing his footing on the two stools under his feet.

God that felt good.

A sick smirk crept across my face, watching him continue to plead for my help. I just got done slapping him and he still thinks I could help? What a fucking idiot.

The man chuckled from behind me, making me jump as well as Reese.

“You surprise me, Kai.” he spoke through a laugh, reaching out his hand and squeezing my shoulder.

My whole body froze. Up to this point he hasn’t laid a finger on me, but something tells me this was genuine. A friendly shake.

‘Aw..Kai..” the man dropped his head a bit, this disappointed tone sweeping his voice. “..loosen up a bit won’t you?”

He must’ve felt the way my body tensed when he touched me.

“Plus..” the man started by walking around Reese, picking up something and dragging it around to view. “..it’s your turn.”

In his hand was a tripod stand, connected to the top were several blades all taped together, pointed to the ceiling.

My eyes went wide, what exactly was his plan?

“You want me to..” I pointed a shaky finger at the stand. I don’t even know what I was asking, what was the plan here?

He chuckled again, cutting me off.

“He’s too soft, baby..” the man whispered to Reese, yet still audible to me. “..to give you the attention you deserve.”

I watched the man circle Reese like prey. All the while Reese stared at the tripod rigged with knives, shaking his head violently and occasionally glancing at me.

It seemed like he was getting the message. I wasn’t the one to ask for mercy from.

The pained look in his eyes spoke more clearly than if his mouth gag was pulled out. I could see myself in him for once. Those glossy red eyes, helpless and struggling.

I slowly stepped in front of him, cutting his vision off from the tripod rig. His eyes trailed up to my face, widened and shaking.

I could see his legs wobble here and there. He had to stand on his tip-toes, otherwise he’d hang from his wrists. His leg muscles were working overtime, his quads were twitching and his calves bulged. The blood streaming down him only defined his physique more.

I reached out to him, feeling his body tremble under my touch.

I traced my finger down his bare chest, following the line where the masked man’s knife had sliced. Reese’s body shook violently and his muffled screams grew louder.

How does it feel, being powerless and abused?

I glanced behind me at that tripod rigged with knives. I was beginning to form an idea, but is that really it?

“So..” I trailed off, looking in the mask’s man direction. “..what’s the plan?”

I motioned to the tripod rig, hoping the man would give me a clear direction.

“To fuck him, duh.” the man stood rigid, his voice low and gravelly.

The man leaned on the cement wall of the basement, watching Reese and I from afar while crossing his arms.

I turned back to Reese. Seeing him squirm under pressure was enough motivation for me, I couldn’t stand the guy. Step-brother, tsk. Yeah fucking right.

The masked man had confirmed my suspicions. As fucked up as it was, it sounded like the perfect punishment. I understood now why his wrists were tied in the air and why he was suspended from the ground.

The plan. It’s to let his body fall on the standing knives. Eventually his strength will run out, forcing him to relax and pierce himself on the blades.

The plan ran through my mind five hundred times in a matter of seconds. I saw his bleeding body, slowly giving in as he slipped onto the knives. They’d split him open the way he’d do to me.

“Do you have more rope?” I craned my neck to the masked man, a serious tone upon my lips.

The man tilted his head again, humming to himself as he walked to a duffel bag in the corner. He threw me some rope, going back to his spot to watch.

Is it wrong that I trust this man? This infamous Sunnyside Slasher? Is it so wrong if I did? He hasn’t hurt me, unlike the tied up man in front of me.

Reese flinched as I threw the rope above him and around the metal rod in the ceiling. I made another loop and another, then another. I didn’t know shit about tying knots, but I knew what I wanted to do.

Before long, I had a makeshift hang.

I glared in Reese’s eyes. I think he understood everything too. He could tell what was coming.

I lifted his chin and pulled the rope around his head, fastening it around his neck.

I leaned back to look. To my surprise, I was quite pleased with myself. I smiled at the sight, his wrists and neck now tied. The second those stools under his feet go, he won’t only be fighting the blades piercing him. He’ll also fight the rope choking him.

“Way to go.” I heard the man speak. I could hear the amusement dripping from his voice.

He pushed himself off the wall, slowly walked towards Reese and I. The man’s eyes were solely focused on Reese’s struggling body. Then I noticed the hand in his pants.

“Well well, sweetheart..” a distinguishable imprint started poking through his loose clothing, “..isn’t this fun?”

The man stood right in front of Reese now, stroking his hard dick under his clothes.

Reese trembled more with the man in front of him, something about his presence was unnerving even to me. Maybe it was the animosity? The mask? The hard on while torturing someone?

“I can’t wait to fuck you, sunshine.” the man cocked his head again while speaking, earning more shakes and cries from Reese.

It almost felt like the man forgot I was there, so caught up in the moment with his victim.

“But first..” the man reached for the tripod rig, “..foreplay.”

The man’s words were filled with excitement as he dragged the rig underneath Reese’s body. The stand looked too short, the tip of the blades were inches from his body.

“Fuckin’ clothes!” the masked man roared out of nowhere, making both Reese and I jump.

The man started attacking Reese’s pants with his knife, removing them from his knees where they sat. Then he grabbed on to Reese’s bulging underwear and squeezed forcefully.

Reese squirmed in pain as the masked man tilted his head, moaning at the sight.

“Lucky you, pretty thing..” the man whispered in Reese’s ear, “..somebody’s packin’.”

The man wasted no more time. He quickly ripped Reese’s bloodied underwear down, swiping at them to tear them clean off.

Reese’s dick and balls dropped out, completely soft and stained red.

The man relaxed after his tantrum, sighing and positioning the tripod right underneath Reese’s body. 

Silently, the man bent down and started cranking something on the tripod. It seemed to be cranking it upwards, extending the length.

I watched with wide eyes, darting from Reese’s face to the inching blades.

Is this too much?

“Mhhmmmhmm!” Reese’s eyes bulged more than I’ve seen, his muffled screams more loud than ever.

Blood started cascading down his shaking legs. The blades made contact, but the masked man was still working the tripod, twisting it higher and higher.

At least two inches of blade had disappeared into Reese’s body by the time the masked man stopped, standing up and watching his victim cry in terror. Blood was pouring from his ass, pooling more on the ground.

“Mmmm..” the man moaned in pleasure, “..I think sugar here, likes it.

The man faced Reese but I knew he was talking to me.

I didn’t know what to say back. All my thoughts were preoccupied, watching Reese’s body struggle on the knives impaling him.

“Do you?” the masked man turned to me now, his tone shifted.

He almost sounded sincere again, that similar tone from before. When we first met.

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“Fuck yeah, faggot!” he spoke through his teeth then spat on my hole he was raping.

He squeezed too tight, my hips felt like they could crush into pieces. My throat burned and my ass hole stung in numbing pain.

For a while there, I had thought this was over for good. No more would Reese feel the need to use me, take me.

But here we are.

It was so sudden tonight. He caught me downstairs while I was eating my dinner, minding my business. He forced me to my knees and throat fucked my face. I puked all over him, something I haven’t done before but I was taken by such surprise.

I was eating dinner, after all.

I thought that he was over me, that I had spoiled his mood. I was wrong. So wrong.

He went harder than before, punishing me. I almost passed out from the lack of oxygen. Luckily I didn’t, but that only meant I was in for more.

He ordered me up to my room and I knew what that meant.

Reese has been blackmailing me for months now, ever since that day he caught me. God, I hate that my door wasn’t locked. One stupid mistake and now I’m forced into this mess.

My mom and I haven’t had it the best since my dad died. I grew depressed and my mom scrambled to find us stability. She went through a rotation of different boyfriends, a second marriage and now a third. The marriage that ties me to this hateful, disgusting man.

Reese’s father is nothing like him though. He’s nothing like the previous relationships my mom has been in. He’s sweet and loving and treats her right. That's why I try to stay in his good graces, he’s nice to me too. He’s the closest to a dad I’ve had in a really long time.

And now Reese was trying to ruin that, rip my mom and I out of the equation.

The only way around it was to do what he says.

So here I am.

He fucked me relentlessly this night. He didn’t bother to use lube, he said my throat slime was enough.

The first time it happened, I may have gotten aroused. The taboo of it all, two step-brothers fucking. It was straight out of porn-hub. Until it wasn’t.

It wasn’t a fantasy anymore, it was reality. And it fucking sucked.

Smack!

Smack!

He would slap my ass red, leaving marks and bruises. He never cared. It was always about him.

After he finished blowing his load inside me, he walked out of my room with no other words. Leaving me to cry in anger and misery.

Every time he’s done this, I have to take a shower after. Wash all the disgust off of me and cry softly under the steaming water.

It’s happened enough times now that I seem to have a tradition. He’d rape me, really rape me. But for some reason I’d be left feeling unfulfilled, like he got something and I got nothing.

So I’d take myself to Grindr.

There were plenty of guys on the app that would kill just to have a night with me. They were all so nice to me. Those that I’ve met with were generous in person, they cared if it hurt. They cared if I said no. Unlike Reese completely.

I craved the attention, the validation from other men. I needed it to stay sane.

The app has been dry lately though. Some deranged killer was sweeping the town, using this app to hunt their victims.

I didn’t care. I needed it.

Not many people were online, just a few, one of them being a guy I’ve spoken with before. I didn’t hesitate in reaching out.

He responded quickly and soon we were in conversation. Something came over me when I did what I did. Do I regret it now? I’m unsure.

I told the man about my step-brother and what he had done to me, all the times he’s done it to me. The man on the other end of the app listened through and through. He didn’t ask many questions and he didn’t try to flip the narrative to flirt. He let me vent completely, he didn’t judge me once.

“I fucking hate him.” I couldn’t help but let it out.

“I do too.” His reply made me smile, finally feeling justified.

“I wish he’d just die. My life would be so much better.” I wrote, letting my feelings out with no hold back.

“Die?” He wrote back, questioning my harsh words.

“Just say the word and I’ll gladly help.” He replied again before I could respond.

Is this guy insinuating what I think he is?

“What?” I questioned him back. 

Was he saying he’d kill Reese for me?

“You want him dead. So do I.” He responded quickly.

I froze in my bed, not sure what to think. Is this the guy? The Sunnyside Slasher?

“How do I know you won’t kill me too?” My fingers typed quicker than my thoughts.

“For your hospitality, I wouldn’t worry.” His message came through in a matter of seconds.

I mulled this whole conversation over. Is this a trick? Is this a serial killer? Should I delete the app now?

“Okay.” The hatred I held for Reese was stronger than my will to say nevermind.

I know this wasn’t a smart idea. I know this was crazy, but so was Reese. He deserved to die.

“1291 Maplewood Ct.” I replied again, adding to my consent.

“I won’t disappoint. He’ll wish he never touched you.” His message actually made me smile.

A real smile upon my lips. Through everything that occurred the past hour, this man managed to make me smile.

Fuck it.

We messaged back and forth about what I should do. He told me to sneak him in, that he wouldn’t dare hurt me. He told me I’d been hurt enough.

“I’m here.” His message made my skin crawl.

Suddenly I was regretting everything I told him. Everything about Reese and his abuse, my trauma and my address.

I sucked it up though. If anything could save me from Reese, I knew death would be the most permanent.

I snuck downstairs, passing Reese sleeping on the sofa. At least he wasn’t up.

All the lights were still on, so I made a point to turn them off as I went to the back door. In case he woke up, maybe he wouldn’t see me.

I got to the back door, my heart rate pounding as I grabbed the door knob.

Am I really doing this?

Before I could even push on the door, it swung open. There he stood, the man as depicted on the news. His mask was shiny white and he dressed in loose black clothing.

I couldn’t move. I froze in fear. Fuck, I messed up.

I wanted to scream, shout all of a sudden for Reese’s help.

The man lunged forward, cupping his hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming. He put a gloved finger to the mouth of his mask, muttering a ‘shh’ as he let himself in.

“Eleven o’clock on the dot..” he whispered with his hand still over my mouth, “..meet me in the basement.”

I stood rigid, refusing to scream. If I didn’t follow his orders then what? At this point it's out of my control. In a way it made me feel good. It wasn’t my doing anymore, it was his.

The masked man let go of me slowly, testing if I’d follow his orders.

I took in a shaky breath, looking over his tall, built body. He waited silently for my permission.

I nodded.

With no other words, I turned around and walked to the stairs, refusing to look back.

When I got to my room, I locked the door and sat on my bed. I curled up in fear thinking about what the man was doing. I let him in our house and now he’s planning to kill Reese.

“Do not open your door under any circumstances.” the man messaged me on my phone.

“At 11 o’clock you meet me, okay?” He repeated the instructions from earlier.

I responded with an ‘okay’, preparing myself for what this would be like. Am I going to hear it? Will I hear Reese scream?

I did.

I heard every second of the chase. I heard Reese’s initial scream, it made me jump out of my bed. I froze in place, listening to the commotion downstairs.

“Help!” I heard Reese scream in terror, “Please, Kai help!”

I started trembling in my room, is this really what I wanted?

I heard the struggle downstairs, glass was breaking and bodies were slamming into the walls. I heard him scream my name again.

“Kai!” his body ran into my door, shaking it in place.

My door was locked and I watched the frame shake and rumble. I held my mouth with my hand, jumping and yelping each time the door was banged on.

For a second I broke.

I ran to the door, grasping the handle, ready to let him escape into my room.

“Kai!” he said my name again.

He never said my name. It was always ‘fag’, or ‘brat’, or ‘queer piece of shit’. Never my name.

He only screamed for help now because he had to. I didn’t open my door. Instead I heard his body hit the floor, grunts on the other side of the wooden wall.

Soon Reese’s screams muffled and I heard him being dragged down the hall and stairs.

The house fell silent, eerily silent as I watched the clock tick. Thirteen minutes till Eleven.

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“Do you?” the masked man turned to me, asking if I liked the sight before us.

I turned to Reese’s helpless body. God, I hated him.

“Yes..” I started slowly, inching closer to the masked man. “..I do.”

The masked man laughed, not a chuckle but a real laugh. Hearty and full. He clutched his stomach as his laughing echoed the basement’s cement walls.

Then his laugh cut off, gone within a second.

“It’s showtime, baby..” he craned his neck back to Reese, “..break a leg.”

My face slowly turned to horror as I watched what happened next.

The masked man, he stomped at Reese’s shin so hard I heard it crunch. The movement knocked the stool away from his left foot, then the man kicked the right stool away too.

Slash!

Reese’s body plummeted on the knives below him. He struggled more than ever now, his throat bulged in pain as he tried screaming.

His arm muscles tightened, trying to keep his body up and off the blades. He tried pulling his legs close to him but the ropes tied to his ankles didn’t allow it. He was stuck, truly stuck.

The man moaned in pleasure, watching Reese struggle. His arms were straining and the rope around his neck was digging in his skin, making his face turn shades of red.

“Your turn, Kai.” I flinched at the man’s dark tone.

My turn? We don’t just watch now? Won’t this kill him?

I turned to the masked man confused and shocked at his offering.

He had a knife extended out to me, not in a dangerous way. More of a friendly way. He wanted me to take it, use it.

My body trembled a bit, but I reached out and accepted. Taking the knife in my hand, I walked to face Reese.

He was crying more than ever now. How does it feel?

“Use your pain..” the man spoke from behind me, “..channel it all, and use it.”

I raised the knife in the air, my breath shaky and my hand wobbling. I’ve never done this before.

The man was right though. The hate and the trauma, it was enough fuel for me. I hated the man in front of me. For once I had the upper hand, I was in charge.

“Ahh!” I screamed as I brought the knife down on Reese’s quaking body.

I drove the knife through his shoulder, watching as it slacked. He wasn’t able to hold himself anymore on that side. 

He fell deeper on the blades, I could hear them cut more of his asshole as he descended upon them. Blood drowned the floor.

The masked man chuckled behind me. It didn’t phase me this time.

“I wanna hear him beg..” my words left my mouth dry and tasteless, “..I deserve that at least.”

The masked man moved around me, staring deep into my soul. I could almost make out his stare through his mask, we were so close.

“As you wish.” he said with a playful tone.

He turned and ripped the duct tape off his face in one swipe, making Reese wince in pain as it left a red mark across his face.

Reese pushed the cloth out of his mouth, finally able to talk.

Speak carefully.

I returned my gaze to my step-brother. His voice was only shaky breaths and sniffles from crying. It didn’t seem he had the energy to scream anymore.

“Please..” his first words were those of pleading, “..please don’t.”

I cut him off.

“What about when I said please?” my voice was direct and dark.

It shut Reese up. He didn’t move an inch or make a noise. He knew why I hated him, he’d be an idiot not to.

“What about when I said no?” I spoke in the same tone, this confidence wafting over me as I had never been in the power position before.

I pulled the knife out of his shoulder, earning a slight scream from Reese and a moan from the man behind me.

“I’m sorr- I’m so sorry.” his voice was in a cry, desperately trying to play my emotions.

‘Sorry’ wasn’t good enough.

I slashed his chest, dragging the knife from left to right.

Reese screamed finally, the agony clear in his broken voice. Finally, he’s tasting his own medicine.

“Please..” he begged again through glossy eyes, “..never again!”

He yelled the last words.

“It’ll never happen again!” he pleaded with me, crying and sniffling as the blades pierced his hole further.

I could feel the shift in Reese’s tone. He was defeated, just like I had been.

I would've done anything to make Reese stop before. Anything. And now, here he was, pleading for the same.

I could see it in his eyes. Not regret, no. He didn’t feel sorry.

I saw myself. A scared boy not ready to give up just yet, ready to fight if that meant getting through it.

I won.

Yes, I finally won.

Reese flinched as I raised the blade again, preparing for another slash. Maybe the final one.

Stab!

The room fell silent, the noise of the knife plunging into skin was all that was heard.

“Easy there, killer.” the masked man’s voice was dry, cold and heartless, a tone I hadn’t heard before.

I looked up at his mask, my whole body trembled as I let go of the knife.

Fuck.

The masked man stepped back from me, grabbing the knife I had plunged in his side. He pulled it out slowly, silently letting his own blood spill to the floor.

“Kai..” Reese whispered behind me, relieved that I turned and stabbed the masked man instead of him.

I watched in fear as the masked man started to chuckle, twirling his knife in his hand.

Fuck, this was bad.

“I’m so sorry..” my voice was weak and cracking, “..I d- didn’t mean to do tha-”

Slash!

The man cut me off by poking his knife through my chest.

It was a pain I’ve never felt before, the steel plunged inside me, cutting through my body.

“Ahh!” I screamed as I fell, the knife slid out of me as I hit the floor.

The man towered over my trembling body. I clutched the wound on my chest, feeling the blood pumping out of it.

“I thought..” the man had his hands around my throat, lifting me in the air. “..you were different!”

He screamed at me, dragging my body to the banister.

“You made the wrong choice, sunshine.” his voice was deep, calling me a pet name like he had been doing with Reese.

I struggled against him, but I was weak in comparison. Reese put up a fight, I heard it. Not me, I was too easy.

The man used extra rope to fasten me to the banister. I was standing straight up, unable to move as I looked forward to Reese’s hanging body.

The masked man started to kackle as he looked at Reese and I. He must be elated right now, I've practically given him two victims on a silver platter.

How stupid am I?

“For your hospitality..” he stopped laughing and I knew he was talking to me, despite circling Reese and getting behind him. “..I’ll let you watch.”

His tone got deep and gravelly, seduction dripping from his lips.

He kicked the tripod rig, letting it buckle under Reese and fall to the floor. Blood cascaded out of Reese’s hole in a line to the floor.

“Fuck yeah, baby..” the man reached in his pants, pulling out the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. “..soak it.”

He put his dick under Reese’s bleeding ass, letting the blood drip down his dick as he stroked it.

“Mmmm.” he moaned as the liquid splashed and sloshed.

Reese’s face read it all. He was back to screaming for help, struggling to get out of his restraints.

Reese, I’m sorry.

The man behind him grabbed Reese’s waist, pulling him down further to his raging boner.

Reese wailed while he did this. The ropes tied to his ankles and neck wouldn’t allow him to dip any lower.

Crack!

Pop!

Reese screamed in pain, his shoulders dislocated.

Reese was fully hanging now, his arms couldn’t hold him up any more. He hung limply and the rope around his neck dug deep, the rope I had put there.

The masked man started fucking him. He was moaning wildly as he pumped into Reese. His body just shook in pain as he was ravaged by the beast behind him.

We stared at each other, Reese and I.

I could only see fear mixed with pain, his eyes shed tear after tear down his blood soaked body.

I watched as his eyes started to close, his body began trembling in a different way now. It was giving out.

He was giving up.

“I’m so sorry..” I barely whispered, looking into the eyes of my tormentor. “..so so sorry.”

I saw Reese take his last breath, his body went fully limp as the masked man moaned even louder.

The man orgasmed, filling Reese’s lifeless body with cum.

He pulled out of him and stringy red liquid poured to the floor.

“That was fun.” the masked man panted out of breath.

He stepped around Reese, focused on me now.

“You coulda’ lived, sunshine..” he muttered through hard breaths, “..too bad , I suppose.”

The man shrugged his shoulders and turned back to Reese’s limp body, hanging and bleeding.

I watched him pull his knife back out. He cocked his head, leaning into Reese’s stomach. He cleared a spot on his body that wasn’t attacked by his blade, rubbing it clean of blood.

He started carving into Reese’s body. I already knew what it would be.

“You know what comes after four..” he finished carving the number on Reese, “..don’t you?”

I gulped audibly, fuck fuck fuck I messed up.

“I’m sure ya’ do.” he spoke encouragingly, like he would to a child.

He walked over to me slowly, his knife stained in blood. I couldn’t breathe, let alone talk.

“You’ve been through a lot, sweetheart..” he stalked closer and closer, “..I’ll do you a favor and make it quick.”

Slash! Slash! Slash!

Before long, he was stabbing me back to back, his knife plunging into my body over and over.

There was nothing I could do. Just accept my fate.

I really am a useless fag, aren’t I? Reese was right. He always had been.

The masked man pulled away from me, chuckling as he saw life draining from my eyes.

“Thanks again, sunshine..” he said low and gruff, “..for the buy one get one.”

Then he drove his knife through my heart.

The room fell silent and I couldn’t feel a thing. It was over.

I lost.