"Okay, okay. I see where you are going with this. I forgot you like it rough." She shakes her head and gasps for air as I pull her hair backwards.
It would be so easy to snap her neck, but I have no use for her dead. I need her breathing and warm for what I have planned for her. As I mull over what is the best way to get rid of her jeans without dropping my knife, the front door crashes against the wall with a thunderous bang. Mr. Sadist storms inside, followed by two armed officers. Son of a bitch! I should have taken her phone. If you were thinking less with your dick and more with your head, this wouldn't have happened. The asshole pins me down with a savage glare, shooting silent death threats. I bare my teeth in a sneer just to mess with him. The bitch uses my momentary distraction to elbow me in the groin, forcing me to let go of her. Holy mother-fucking shit balls! White-hot pain explodes behind my eyeballs. Clenching the knife in my hand, I bend over and watch her sprint into the douchebag's arms.
"Drop the knife, now." The dark-haired male officer stalks towards me, holding his gun with both hands. My heart hammers in my chest, mixing fear and fever in my blood.
"Let's talk, okay? We don't want anyone to get hurt," the female officer pleads with a soothing tone of voice.
"Fuck you, bitch. The good cop, bad cop game doesn't work on me." I watch her partner edge dangerously close to me.
"Drop the knife, man, come on."
This fucking idiot has a death wish. Do they think they can calm me down with their ridiculous negotiation tactics? I've seen enough crime shows to know exactly how this will end. I'm not falling for that shit. With all the evidence they have on me, I'll rot in behind bars until the end of my days. I'm not going back to jail. Not in this life, and the only way I'm coming out of this house is in a body bag. Slicing the air with my knife, I lunge at him with a feral cry. The ear-splitting sound of a gun going off and my little rabbit's screaming pierces my eardrums. I stare with horror at the bullet traveling straight to my chest, and it feels like I'm watching a slow-motion action movie scene. A sudden feeling of coldness spreads through my limbs, robbing me of the ability to think or move. Vivid images of my brief, chaotic life flash before my eyes as the bullet penetrates its way through my ribcage. Son a bitch, he shot me! The floor sways beneath my feet, as scorching pain tears through my body. I stagger back, collapsing in a heap on the floor. Icy numbness settles in my body as a trail of warm blood trickles down from mouth to my chin. Closing my eyes, I draw my last shuddering breath, surrendering to the darkness. What a fucking waste of life this was!