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Running my hand through my hair, I bent down on the floor and started picking up the glasses, but it cut the edge of my palm. Cut. Cut. The blood slid down my palm, the drop of it running down my arm. No emotional pain. Cut. Do it again. I wanted to do it again. Getting one of the shards, I brought it near my wrist. Cut it down, kill the emotional pain, feel the physical pain and let go of the craziness going in your head. I placed the sharp edge against the nerve I was well aware of. Just a bit cut. Just once. I promise I wouldn't do it again.

I’m nothing to them and if they knew what I really am, they wouldn’t protect me. The sting of the knife dragging along my arm, straight up the middle, hurts like hell at first, but it quickly fades away the further I dig. A one inch cut doesn’t hurt any more than a seven inch cut. Blood quickly seeps from the wound, thick streams fall from around my arm, pooling off my fingers. I switch hands, I mean it this time.

“Mă tai, te tai de două ori: You cut me, I cut you twice.” ”You’re actually gonna mutilate me right now?” Anateya couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She knew the Mafia was bloody, but this was downright barbaric. “There’ll be no mutilation if you keep still.” His thumb circled a spot between her shoulder and collarbone. Anateya stopped moving when something sharp and cold pressed against her skin. This was happening and there was nothing she could do about it. A lump formed in her throat as the knife broke her skin, leaving behind a searing pain.

When they were done the whole of his gullet was raw and torn and lined with teeth. “Jesus this is fucking hardcore,” said Farshad. “Is this for real?” “Dunno,” said Ashkan. “Ain’t seen this bit before.” “Thought you said you’d watched it all the way through? Twice now.” “I have, I just ain’t seen this bit before. Must be some glitch or something.”

The pounding within my head was slowly withering away leaving the dullness behind. Life teach us a lot of things we don't actually know. As we grow, we slowly start to think deeper and deeper. I could hear hustling behind that locked door. Will they ever consider thinking about me? Or was I that worthless? Leaning back, my fingers shot up to my forehead, feeling the dent and a huge scratch. The cracked ridges felt good under my skin. The first ever injury mother caused me. A crazy smile made its way on my face as I scratched the flesh with my nails making it more deeper than before.

But that common sense was crushed in front of them in the blink of an eye. *cut* *cut..*splash* …*cut* *splish* ... Without even knowing what attack he had encountered, those who attacked the small body that had come out of the cave had blood flowing from their limbs. Then everyone fell on their knees, unable to move. "What?" "What the heck did you do to us!?" It began with confusion and progressed to excruciating pain. "Argh!!" … The people on their knees groaned in confusion and pain. Their muscles had been carefully sliced to a depth that did not completely cripple them but would take several days to heal.

"So, where do you think I should start? Here? Or here?" The knife grazed Evan's face, making him shiver involuntarily. "Cousin-in-law, this is really... just a misunderstanding!" I smiled, "Then I'll start with your fingers. After all, the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and it won't kill you right away. Then I'll slice from your belly up to your chest, piece by piece. Oh, don't worry, I'll be careful to avoid your vital organs. That way, you won't die too quickly, and you'll have to suffer a little longer."

Kael stops smiling. "Don't bring my mate into this." His voice is ice. Flat. Dead. Clinton's mouth snaps shut. His eyes are wide. Wet. Tears spill down his cheeks. Kael stands up. Looks down at him. "Hold him." The Beta moves. Grabs Clinton by the shoulders. Forces him still. Kael raises the knife. --- The first cut is shallow. A line across Clinton's chest, from his left shoulder to his right ribs. Not deep enough to kill. Just deep enough to hurt.

Going toward the drawers I grab the scissors and start cutting my hair "You think your so fucking special huh" I cry out as I take another strand and cut it off "Well news flash you're not, you're really not you're just sick" I take another strand and cut it off "You're broken" I cut off another strand "You're unlovable" I cut off another strand "You're pathetic" I cut off another strand "And most importantly you're useless ... you're not -you're j-just your- oh my god" I drop the scissors and just sob drop onto floor. Crying I start picking up all the pieces of my hair

Each girl had been found with a bullet hole in the skull. Maryam was still in coma after sustaining multiple blows to the head from a hammer. A scalpel had also been used in performing a Chinese torture of inflicting small painful cuts on her body. It appears the reason The First One tortured his victims was to make sure his identity was safe before killing them. It appears Salamatu Salis had told Maryam something that could reveal his identity.