Please! Please don't do this, Lucian!" Lucian's victim cried as he carved his body like a sculptor with his favorite knife. Lucian watched in satisfaction as his blood dropped to the floor and the metallic smell of his blood clouded his senses, making him feel like he was on cloud nine.
No one betrayed him and lived. Just yesterday Aaron was able to trace the person who tried to shoot him with an arrow that day at Bianca's Packhouse.
"Shhh, begging will only make me want to kill you faster and where's the fun in that?" Lucian dug his knife deeper into his skin as a lady Lucian appointed bounced on his d**k more and couldn't help but think of how crazy this man can be. He's on the brink of death and he still has the gut to have an erect d**k.
"Oh…please…stop please." He cried once more,
