The Heartless Hybrid Queen
My eyes drift up to his bound wrists, and I raise the scissors towards them.
His whole body begins vibrating with panicked anticipation as I open the scissors around his smallest finger. Staring into his eyes, I flash him my fangs, and snap the scissors shut, cutting the finger clean off just below the knuckle. His muffled screams of agony fill the room as blood pours from his hand.
“Might as well make it even,” I mutter to myself, and he doesn’t even notice me moving the scissors to his other hand. I go slowly this time, making him really feel it, squeezing the scissors around the same finger on his left hand.
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