20. Sitting in the middle of an empty, blood-covered room, dressed all in grey, glowering at your muse with a poisonous look
How the fuck had this happened? He was always so careful when it came to bringing quick fucks to his spare flat, yet he had somehow failed to see the potential threat with his most recent effort. The man fit his usual requirements; fit, submissive, dreadfully ordinary, and easily manipulated. He only needed a release, after all.
The evening had started as always, snogging heatedly on the bed as they stripped one another down. However, the twat seemed to think it was a good idea they switch roles, and proceeded to wrap his hands around Jim’s throat before shoving him into the mattress. When ordered to stop, the man scoffed, tightening his grip as he replied “You couldn’t make me stop now if you tried. You’ll enjoy it.” Ignorant fuck. He maneuvered his hand down, snatching the switchblade from his jeans pocket. He immediately stabbed the fucker in the thigh before driving the blade down through the flesh, a snarl ripping from his throat. He used the mans distraction to further free himself, slashing across his Achilles heel before pushing the man onto the floor.
His hands were over the mans mouth, the blade coming up to his neck as he nicked his carotid artery. He did not have long, but the last several minutes of this useless twats existence would be spent in agony. He would guarantee it. He proceeded to drag the screaming man to a nearby chair, tying his hands behind the back of it his t-shirt. He started at the chest, pressing the blade just deep enough to slice through not only the outer thinner layer of skin, but the thicker tissue layer below it. He divided the entirety of the front of the mans body into sections, immediately flaying the flesh from the muscle. He would generally be a bit more careful with the hide, never knowing when he may need a new pair of shoes or gloves, but he had a time limit.
By the time the man died, the flesh from his entire chest, as well as upper arms and a portion of his thighs, was sitting in a pile on the wooden floor. There was bloody everywhere, not only on himself but covering the floor, bed, and even on the damned walls. He let out a frustrated scream, sitting on the edge of the bed as he glowered at the corpse. Disgusting human being. He glanced at the door way as he heard movement, an unamused scowl on his lips. “Why the fuck are you here?” he spat in annoyance, infuriated with the proceedings of the evening.
