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Iskander

"I wish I never met you." Her voice kept ringing in my head; it was pissing me off. I never meant for it to go this way....I insulted her, yes, but only because I wanted her to distance herself from me, not for her to actually hate me.

I sound fucking dumb right now.

Of course, she would hate me; I know her hygiene is something she dwells on, and I noticed it. Renata takes a shower sometimes three times a day; I knew I would hit home with what I said.

She came into my life and made me do things I never wanted to do; it scared me. I don't want to be in love, not anymore, not after Adele.

I met Adele when I was just a bored eighteen-year-old looking for something to do. Unlike Ivan, I did believe in 'the one' before. I thought it was Adele; she was the only one who wouldn't annoy my soul with a glance, and when my only sane friend died in a college shooting, she took advantage of that, and like the stupid idiot I was, I did anything for her.

She wanted a lot, and I gave it to her; Ivan...hated it, and it's probably why he never was in one relationship.

She wanted a child all of a sudden, and I didn't know why; we were nineteen. Her excuse was that her mother and grandmother both died from breast cancer, and she was afraid she would die of breast cancer before having a family of her own.

I obliged.

But she got worse; she screamed when she didn't get her way, yelled, and threw things at Ivan and me. I had to stop Ivan from stabbing her and my unborn child in her sleep four times.

There was a rift between my siblings and me because of her, but it was because of my child that she was still alive because, at that point, I did not care about her life, only about my child.

Then someone—Camilla—bombed our house, and I thought my dad, my son, and Adele were dead.

I didn't know how to feel, I wanted to meet my child, and even though I never showed it, I did love my father; he was unfunny and funny at the same time. I never got in trouble with him.

But it always scared me how it broke my mother's heart, how she cried every day for five years. Ivan and I were afraid to move out just in case she killed herself with grief.

I don't want that fear. There's already enough in this world to fear, and fearing for another human's life isn't something I want to do.

But when I saw Carson touching all up on Renata as if he was capable of doing anything, I snapped. The man couldn't even keep his own wife....too far? I had squeezed the glass too hard in anger and had managed to break it.

Great job, dumbass.

Which made me think...Renata is so fucking annoying; she's managed to turn my life upside, managed to make me actually want her. Everything I do to get rid of her feelings only amps things up..or at least that's what I was used to. Now she's actually willing to date Carson, willing to let him touch her.

She hates me, and she thinks I hate her back, and that couldn't be farther from the truth; I'm so close to falling too deep for her; we've spent nine months together in the same house and only managed to fuck once....that's some fucking hardcore self-control on my part, and it wasn't fucking easy.

How do I tell her I was only kidding or is that too late also?

The job is done,

I sighed, looking at the text.

Deliver the pictures, and your job will be done.

I texted back.

It's unfortunate that there are grown, pathetic losers we call men in this world; if I could get rid of one every time I take a hit, it would benefit this world. I rolled my eyes, looking at this man's address. He lives in the fucking slums.

That pisses me off even more.

I usually kill with poison, maybe a homemade bomb, but I'm feeling extra bloody today.

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His place smells like shit; it's actually revolting. His family's rich. Why isn't he living in the rich part of New Jersey? His door doesn't even have a lock.

No, never mind, I know exactly why; it's his base for baiting and grooming small ghetto kids for his disgusting desires.

"Edison Post." I boomed.

A tanned-skin man with brown hair came out with furrowed brows and a confused face. I huffed at him. "I bet you're confused as to why there's a grown man instead of a minor."

His eyes widened.

I sighed..give me a minute; let me restrain him.

A minute later, I had him restrained and naked....and no, not like that. I needed him naked for the torture I was about to make him endure. "My family has money. I swear I'll pay however much you want."

I scoffed. "I'm sure you're family will be done with you when they find out you've been raping Eva."

His eyes widened. "No, no, please, I'll do anything. That's my brother's child!"

I furrowed my brows and scoffed. "Stupid bitch," I muttered. "I didn't rape her; you did, your brother's fucking child–five-year-old child."

"I know; I'm sorry, man. I won't do it again."

I chuckled. "Too late." I looked at the thing he called a dick, and I noticed something. "Ahh, uncircumcised?"

"We should try circumcising; after all, I'm kinda bored." I shrugged.

He shook his head. "No! Stop, don't touch my dick!"

I raised my hands in surrender. "I won't...not until I find out how to un-circumcise one." I tied a rag to his mouth and searched up how to circumcise a dick on youtube.

Youtube has everything.

I made Edison watch the whole thing; he started crying. It was my plan of psychological torture before the real torture. His tears made me so fucking pissed I hadn't even touched him. It pissed me off that it had been so easy to play with his mind hard enough to make him cry.

He's a fucking pussy.

Is this how Renata feels about me?..."I wish I never met you."

Fuck, I rubbed my face before turning off the tv and took the rag out of his mouth. "I hope you learned something 'cause I did."

"You're fucking evil." He sobbed. "Please don't do this."

I smiled. "This is what Eva and any young child you force your dick into feels....your evil being."

I took my knife out. I stole it from Ivan's house; I don't think he would notice. He has dozens.

"No–" I put the rag back into his mouth...I didn't want to hear his fucking bitchy voice. I took the knife and sliced the tip off, making him yell through the rag.

"Uh oh," I feigned shock. "I must not have paid attention....oh well," I shrugged. "Let's do arts and crafts instead. I love carving." I smirked evilly.

The man's nose was running, and tears were flowing from his face as he screamed incoherently as I carved away at his dick, trying to maybe make a heart. Blood splattered, Edison's agony reaching his lungs, and I, happily trying to carve a heart out of his dick like this is some fucking carving class.

After I realized I was having too much fun with this, I stopped and smiled happily. I actually made a heart. It wasn't perfect, but you could tell it was a heart.

Edison's eyes were teary, almost lifeless, but I couldn't less....a fucking five-year-old–your brother's child is fucking atrocious.

I spilled oil everywhere and turned on the stove which happened to be a gas stove–that will help out a lot because this bitch isn't dead yet.

He's going to have an exploding death.

I walked out, took a grenade out of my pocket, pulled the detonation key, threw it inside, and walked up.

Three

Two

One

BOOM, a smaller explosion followed by a bigger one, probably caused by the gas stove and oil, flammable products to make the grenade deadlier. The house was burning down with explosive fire, a raging fire, and people gathered around.

I was watching all of this go down, in my car, with a cigarette in my damn mouth; I sighed contently.

All in a day's work.

Ok, ok he ate some of this