Mercy

I watch as his ruby lips smeared in his own blood.

Life was slowly draining out of him. 

I stood there as I held onto the blade. 

Sharp. 

Just as I hoped it would be.

He tried begging. 

Only, his blood sputtered through the slit in his throat. 

He held his hands out to me. 

My mouth twitched. 

Disgusting. 

Yet amusing. 

I held his gaze as I licked the blade. 

Still warm.