The hate in his eyes,
the emotion over throws me.
He sits there, unable to move,
in my grasp at last.
A black eye,
cuts on his face,
torn clothes,
and bloody wrists
where the ropes
that tie him to the chair
have cut through his skin.
He sits there helpless,
he should be begging,
but he just stares into me,
hate and evil in his eyes.
Like he knows
that I wouldnt hurt him.
He is wrong.
I take a knife from behind my back,
and hold it up to my face.
His stare does not drift,
but a cold sweat is running down his forehead.
I approach him,
knife still drawn.
His eyes drill into mine.
I am not intimidated.
This just makes me madder.
I rise the knife to his throut,
teasing,
running the blunt side of the blade
slowly accross his neck.
He shivers at the touch of the knife,
but still he shows no other sign of fear.
I brush his dark hair out of his eyes,
level my head with his.
'I love you,' I wisper
and I run the sharp knife
deep into his left arm.
He throws his head back and screams,
deep and chilling.
His body becomes tight as he turns to look me in the eye,
this should have thretened him,
but the lothe in his eyes becomes even deeper.
'I hate you,' he whispers back sharply.
His breaths are short,
yet he manages a cruel smile
mocking me.
I am furious,
I know I can end his time
with one movement.
I place the sharp end of the knife on his neck,
still the smile is not wiped from his lips.
As I summon the strength
to lunge the knife,
I find myself turning away,
as the knife drops on the floor.
Tears in my eyes,
I turn,
revolted.
And I know he has won
again.
I leave him there,
blood running down his arm.
It is not untill I have left
that one single tear
runs down his blood stained face,
smirking.
Bronze trophy winner
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