adrenaline. With a scream that held a thousand lifetimes of pain, I lunged for my father and yanked the knife out of his chest. His lips sputtered blood, but I did not care as I leaned my face close to his, wanting the fury on my face to be the last thing he saw. “I hope you rot for eternity, you sick fuck,” I swore. I swiped Kriztof’s blade across my father’s throat, not deep enough to immediately kill, but enough that he would die by drowning in his own blood.
KILL HIM
