Tilted head,

Devilish grin,

A drip of sweat trickled down his cheek.

“So you’re gonna

Kill me.”

It’s not said as a question.

A step closer,

The thump of his thick sole reverberates,

Filling the silent room.

“Yes”

His s is long, taunting.

“Why?”

Unbothered, flat.

He groans,

“Why not?”

He clears his throat and licks his lips.

Eyes are glued to each other.

“Well why don’t I just get up and walk out?

We can say why not to everything,

If you’re gonna kill me

Have a reason.”

The tone of the voice makes his teeth

Grit.

He chuckles.

“It’s fun to watch the struggle.”

Simple and easy answer.

“What if I don’t struggle?”

It takes a moment for his response.

“That would be stupid. Would it not?”

“I don’t think so. If I’m going to die, why

Struggle when the outcome is…

Enevitiable.”

He cracks his neck,

Rolls his eyes,

Groans.

“You’re insane.”

“Maybe.”

Calmly states.

Body isn’t tense.

His heart thumps against his chest.

Annoyance creeps through him.

The knife clatters against the cement.

His fingers outstretched from dropping it.

“Why did you stop?”

“You want me to continue?”

“Never said that.

Why did you stop?”

The repeated question is too much.

“You’re not worth it.”

“I’m not worth death?

Hm, never heard that one.”

The tone is set at an emotionless one.

The person stands there, he

Stares at him. Anger boils

Inside of him.

“Get out.”

The person shrugs and walks out.

He lets out a gutteral scream, his face red and veins popping.