theriderteodor

@ Teodor

Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. The young girl was sitting over a half dead man who were trying, desperately, to get away from her. She stared coldly down at him before she stabbed him in the back again, letting this be a slow death on purpose. He was begging her to stop, begging her to let him live. Telling her that he had a wife and a child, but she didn’t care. Watching the man die was the only thing that was going to make her feel any better. She lifted her hand and used her bloodied sleeve to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, leaving red marks instead and new tears replaced the old ones. The man couldn’t see her tears, the ally was too dark.