Villiany

I twisted the knife slightly between the second and third abdominal. It was going to be septic, One thing I was sure of with this wound. One thing I made sure of. This wasn’t planned, I never said lets kill this man, but now, with a blade sunk four inches in his belly, I felt it was the only way to go. Idealists find themselves often as the martyrs of society, fools just become the fodder. This man was no fool, but he was a half baked idealist. Someone so bothered by another who deviated from the social acceptance that he had to open his mouth. Had to take a stand. Had to raise a fist. I had to show him the immobility of my convictions.

A feeling of pride welled up inside of me as I lookedd in his eyes. Eyes going blank with shock from a wound that was horrible, a wound that I wanted to stop the asshole from injecting his idiocy. I felt pride over my stance on my convictions, how I showed I had the bigger dick. Because isn’t that all it comes down to. Who is gonna fuck back the hardest.