"I'm sorry I was wrong" he says. I walk over to the table and grab another dagger. When I come to stand in front of the prick I relish the pain written all over his face. I drive the second blade into his other shoulder. His screams fill the room and I don't feel an ounce of sympathy for him. "It's a little too late to admit your mistakes now. Maybe the goddess will be more forgiving than I am but I doubt it."
I walk back over to the table and grab what can only be described as a fancy pair of shears. Freddy starts to cry and plead as I purposely move them from hand to hand. I laugh when I notice the yellow liquid that begins to run down his legs. "I think you scared the literal piss out of him brother by threatening to cut off his little p*cker," Marco says.
I place the shears down an
