Internal Battle

I spun the knife over my fingers, seeing only a flash of metal every few seconds. I watched it intently. The girl whimpered. The small sound broke my focus and sent the knife flying towards my face. I ducked and heard the thunk! as it lodged itself in the wall. I slowly turned to it. Up to the hilt.

I pulled it out and spun around to the girl. Her eyes widened as I stalked closer. In a flash, I had the knife to her throat. She made a small sound that I can only describe as a squeak. My grin grew wider as I put my mouth to her ear.

“Beg for your life,” I whispered. She remained silent, tears rolling down her face. I slid the knife closer. It was touching now. Silence. I pushed deeper, a single drop of blood beading on the knife.

”Please,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. I smiled and drew the knife away, licking the blood off. She looked at me, eyes still wide. I paced around her for a few seconds and drove the knife home without hesitation.

I fell to my knees and sobbed, wondering why I’d done it. But my actions were a broken record, on an endless repeat. I sobbed harder as I looked at her limp body, still tied to the chair.