"I didn't do what he said so he raised my blades in the air to cut me but he missed, sadly, he missed." I chuckled but I still feel sad with that memory. "That's all I needed. I just want him to earn his karma." I nodded in agreement to myself. "As easy as I gave my blades to him, it was as easy as to get it back. He doesn't know how to use them. He was scared to cut himself. Reckon loves his d**k, so that was the first part of him to bleed. Next was his face, hands and down to his feet, I didn't cut him like Milton. I just wanted him to bleed out. I want him to feel his life slowly abandon him, his blood drying out of his own body, his heart demanding to pump enough fluid, his lungs gasping for more air, his brain empty of ideas, his whole being losing all hope." I inhaled the satisfactio
