~Warning: Graphic Scene Ahead. Read At Your Peril!
I stopped behind Pedro, looking down at his bound form. I smiled, but it wasn't a smile of kindness. It was the smile of someone who had already crossed the line, someone who no longer felt the need to pretend.
The others, Gonzalo and Ruben, were still struggling against their own restraints. They knew what was happening, but they couldn't stop it. They were watching their friend, their comrade, quiver before me, knowing they were next.
"You're not special anymore," I whispered into Pedro's ear, pressing the blade against his throat just enough to draw a bead of blood. "You were a predator. But now… Now you're prey."
And then, I dug the blade into his throat, again and again, and again, and again. Cutting, slicing the flesh off of it as he gagged, as blood spluttered out of it like water in a leaked tank.
