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Don't Be So Scared
Don't Be So Scared

Don't Be So Scared

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I know it’s scary, my love.

He muttered quietly, crouching in
front of the person in front of him.

Just close your eyes and stay here for me.

He patted her head and walked down the

creaky, wooden stairs, humming a small tune.

He walked into the kitchen and pulled a long

knife from a drawer, running his hand

against the shiny, steel blade,

tapping his foot as he took a deep breath

and walked into a room down the hall.

He pushed the door open slowly and looked

into the corner, seeing the thick, muscled

frame of someone he used to know, someone

he used to call a friend, who was now

chained to a dresser, head bloodied and eyes drooping.

Wake up, he said clearly, closing the door behind him,

flipping the lightswitch with the back of the blade.

The man looked up, eyes wavering in fear.

What are you doing, man? You know me!

He took a few steps closer and smiled.

I know. And you should know why you’re here.

The man trembled and shrunk away from him, closing his eyes.

Is this about that fight we had a few years back?

No, he said clearly, it is not.


He stepped right in front of him and crouched down,

showing the blade clearly.

Remember when you hurt her? When you rubbed her thighs

and called her a good girl?

What do you mean?!

He brought his free fist into the side of his head, leaning forward.

You fucking liar, he growled.

I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, I swear!

His face got serious for a moment as he waved the knife in his face.

How many countless nights you snuck into her room and hurt her?

You fucking pig.

He brought the knife up to his throat, ready to slice, before chuckling.

But that would be too easy, wouldn’t it?

The man looked up at him confused, eyes still trembling.

He took the knife away from his throat and sat in front of him, on

top of his legs.

We’re gonna play a game, first.

The man spat some blood to the side. What the hell do you mean a game?!
You heard me. Give me a number between one and ten.

The man looked like he was going to protest, before muttering the number 5.

He grinned and reached up, grabbing ahold of his left hand and roughly

cutting off the thumb, keeping him pinned with his body, letting his

screams ring out.

He backed back down and held the thumb up before tossing it to the side.

Next number, he said, grinning.

FUCK YOU! He spat out, coughing and sobbing.

Oh, what’s the matter? Old army dog scared of someone like me?”


He smirked and let out a chuckle before bringing the knife into his thigh,

getting up in his face and covering his mouth, eyes small and filled

with anger and some manic glare.

You mutter another fucking sound, I will skin you alive like the

animal you are, understand?

The man’s hot breath hit his hand as he held back a scream,

and he nodded quickly.

Good, me muttered, pulling the knife out and leaning back.

You gonna confess now?
C-Confess to what?

He shook his head and chuckled, running his finger against the

blade and looking at him. You’re still gonna play dumb?
Y-You mean...that..?

No shit I mean that, dumbass.


You have no words for it, do you?

He shook his head.

That’s what I thought. Pigs like you can’t find

enough bullshit to save yourselves.

The man looked down and closed his eyes, shaking.

Good girl, huh? Couldn’t think of anything better than that, you sick fuck?

He didn’t make any movement or noise, still shaking as his thigh bled.

You know how many scars you left in your wake?

Her arms are ruined now.

Yet, in an odd way, they’re still beautiful.

He leaned forwards and looked into his eyes.

Because nobody, especially you, can destroy beauty.

He brought the knife into his stomach, all the way to the hilt, and

kept looking into his eyes.

You deserve this.

Every last drop of blood.

He brought it back out and slammed it in again, grinning.

Good boy, not screaming~

I bet you told her that too, didn’t you?
He dragged it out and dragged the edge against his throat,

still grinning.

I’ve wanted to do this for a long, long time, Ryan.

A wedding present, you could say, from me to you.

He slammed the knife into his throat and leaned in.

I hope you’re happy with this.

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