[ WP ] A girl meets a boy that changes her life forever . Her first kill .

Merrisa adjusted the sling on her right arm as she circled the boy. He had been sitting on the couch, drinking the nasty swill he called beer. Now he was slumped half off of his seat, his face planted firmly on the floor with a small puddle of drool around his lips. His baggy pants and shirt obeyed the laws of gravity to reveal his back and ass crack. It would have been ridiculous. It would have been hilarious. 
 
 If he had n't beaten the shit out of her last week. 
 
 She paced around him, circling like a lioness, her head tilting back and forth as her left hand squeezed the handle of a knife with rhythmic obsession. Did she want to make it slow... or quick? Should she tie him up? Did she break his legs? Cut out his tongue. There were so many possibilities. What had been going through his head when he's slammed her against the wall. She glanced over at the thought, seeing that he had pushed a box over to hide the dent she'd made in the wall... hell, the blood stains were probably still there. She'd never once seen him clean anything. 
 
 Her head whipped back to the monster on the floor. Her hand squeezed the knife. She was n't good with her left hand. Her work would be sloppy. She was n't too disappointed by this. What had he been thinking? Oh, yes, greed... want... anger that she'd denied him. Yes... That was the real pain. The want... he was addicted to it. No self-control, no empathy. Want Want! WANT! 
 
 She carefully removed her clothes. She would make his brain boil with want and then she would devour his pain as he could n't have it. She tied him up with her own shirt, her own bra. She stuffed her socks into his mouth. She left a single hand free. One hand that he would reach out with, one hand he would try to beat her down with. 
 
 Every time he would reach for her she would cut something off. 
 
 He'd given her a lot of pain... she had come to give it back.
