Lame writing thing here we go
Warnings: Torture, blood, crying, knife wounds, mutilation
alrighty, here’s a thing with Kenji. Feedback is welcome bc I had not thought this out very well and I don’t write that much aaaaa
I had to do something. I didn’t want to just let them sit there all… intact. Fresh. Unconscious from the dinner I prepared. It wasn’t that satisfying to cut them up while they weren’t awake to witness it, but not resistant enough to make me annoyed. I’d just have to wait, so I watched them, crouched down in front of them with my head against their knee, looking up at their peaceful, pretty face as I thought about how long it took to make them trust me. I ran the tip of my knife over their other knee, just cutting through the fabric.
But I cut deeper, making it bleed.
They woke up.