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"P-please! I'm sorry!" I laughed at him, spinning the knife in my hand around. "Your not sorry, your just trying to get away from here alive. Isn't that right?" He shook his head, "No, no I'm sorry! I promise please just stop!" He cried pushing himself backwards. I followed after him, taking each step slowly. He shook in fear, his eyes were puffy and red from crying and being hit. There was a big bruise around his eye but that's not from me, his nose is bleeding but he just wipes it on his sleeve every now and then. Dirty bitch.

"Would you tell him your sorry?" I ask crouching down in front of him. "W-who?" He asked innocently. I scoffed, "You know who." He looked away and gulped. "Y-yes?" He said almost uncertain. Lying asshole. "Want a beer? Or should I say another." I ask, getting up and grabbing two beers from the kitchen. "Sure." He pushed his body up and leaned against the wall in a sitting position. I took the caps off with my knife and passed him one. He took it and took a sip watching me closely. "I thought you might one as your last meal type thing." I shrug standing beside him. He spat his beer out, it landed on my shoes and jeans. "W-what? I thought w-we sorted it out?" He asked shaking again. I shook my head and laughed again. "Your so stupid Schlatt." I tipped my beer bottle just above his leg, over a cut I had made earlier.

The brown liquid flowed out of the bottle hitting his cut. "Please!" He cried covering the cut, I sighed and put the bottle up straight and placed it besides the others on his counter. "You know, your voice is quite annoying." I crouched down in front of him and grabbed his chin. Tears streamed down his face as a bit of blood from his nose dropped down to his mouth. "Quick or no?" I ask pushing his head back, he groaned and rubbed the back of his head, not answering me. "I'll take that as a no?" He doesn't answer again, I pulled a gun out from my back pocket and pointed it at the left of his chest.

His eyes widened, "No please! I'm sorry I'll be better!" Liar. "Shut up? Your annoying me." He started crying even more and closed his eyes. I took the gun off the safety clip and put my finger on the trigger. "You did this to yourself." I pulled the trigger, it wouldn't hit him directly in the heart but it definitely would of got his lung. So basically, he's dead. He gasped for air as I put the gun back in my pocket and left.

"Holy shit Tay, what did you do to the guy?" I shrugged and got in the car. "He deserved it." They nodded and started the car, I smirked when an ambulance and police car drove past us. He deserved it.

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