Beautiful Hatred

His muffled scream

It echos

though the gag makes it

impossible to comprehend

I play with the knife in my hand

And watch as his eyes widen

As he realizes how little time remains.

I close my eyes and just listen

to the desperate whimpers

and sounds of struggle

As he pulls against the bonds

I placed him in

I love this beautiful hatred

I feel nothing.

Nothing but hatred.

I think of what he's done to me.

I hate him

I loathe him

I want him Dead.

I step forward

Rip of the gag

And listen to his sounds

The sputtering of apologies

And I plunge

The knife into his gut

Scream louder

I twist the blade

Aching for more of his noises

Feeling the sticky heat

of life on my hands

Beg

I pull out

The agony on his face soothes me

You created this

My knife traces his face

Smearing it with his own blood

Shallow breath escapes pale lips

He pleads with me

You already killed me

I look dead

Into his eyes

And without a word

Bury the blade in his neck

Eyes rolling back

Gargling noises

Are peaceful

as the blood comes out of his mouth

And the rest is silence