47. No more monster in her closet

47. No more monster in her closet

A sob was about to spill from my mouth. But it somewhere turned into a laugh as I watched the bastards bleed. They struggled to hold the spot that was once their favorite with their dicky dick dangling. Now it was just a bleeding hole, crying, bleeding, dying.

Their breaths slowed, their struggle a slow-motion. Life was crawling out of them. As much as I wished to see them really bleed to death. I was not a monster. I may have been oppressed and made to become what I was today. I was definitely not a bitch who would smile as they suffered.

As someone who had become best friends with pain and suffering, I knew how loyal they were. How intensely they hurt.

"Kill them." Rogue nodded short after my words spilled and his men swept the blade across from their throats, splitting their skin open.

They threw their legs and hands for about five seconds before they halted. For good. I watched their eyes half close and the tip of their tongues peek out of the