-Well well -he paused rolling an eye over the rest of them -thaught you said you wanted to die. Could have sworn there for a moment you were even begging for it. Where might all that have gone?
He stood there in sheer extasy clenching the bloody bistury, the blade barely at the edge of his own skin dancing lovingly for a self-cut.
-See? -he wanted to address his watchers but his breathing was cutting in, he had not felt such adrenaline in years. Neither the spilled redness nor the power of being in absolute control thrilled him, what trully awed him was proving himself right against all claims. Showing it in their faces. This man could die right there, hell, he was going to kill him anyway, but he just had to teach him that lesson first. To all of them.
-S-- see? -He tried again, breathing heavily. -I just gave you a simple choice. Live or die. That cut will have you bled out in a matter of minutes, you just got to let go-- stop applying pressure. You want it? It's there, at your hand's reach, quite literally.
He stepped forward and leaned slightly towards the shivering, white-of-fear eyed body. Just hinting at helping him let loose of the other wrist, the man rocked back stiff over his behind exposing the soles of his shoes. Like a wild animal, he thought.
-SEE? SEE? -He exhaled inaudibly. He was shauting plain air. It didn't matter, he just wanted them to know how much he was enjoying this, the message was flying across anyways.
One of his eyelids was ticking, visibly more closed than the other, his mouth watering just like his whole skin. He had to move his tongue around just to keep the saliva inside while the dripping of his sweaty chin kept marking the floor around his feet.
-This is really what makes us humans, isn't it? -The words started to pick up the pace in between sobs. -Clinging to life like this. It didn't matter how much you wanted to die, you cling to life, to your wrist, like this. -he paused for a moment to get his face really close to that mans' -You just can't help it, do you?
He stepped away calmly. In the victims mind and fear a question had started to take shape. He knew it was best not to ask, but just like he couldn't help hold his wrist in place, he could not help asking.
-Are you not going to punish me?
As he turned, the mouth that had just begun to rest, turned briefly into a grin.
-You're compromised to hold that for at least thirty hours, you've punished yourself already.
