And with that thought in my mind, I picked up the knife.
The first time I had picked up the knife was not to actually cut something to eat but rather kill someone.
I turned to the man who had held me down along with the other two and then looked at the man who had decided to go at me first.
"You enjoyed it, did you not?" I murmured softly as I walked to him slowly. I loved the way his eyes widened in fear. It thrilled me.
He shook his head.
"Oh, no you didn't?" I cooed at the man as I pressed the tip of the knife onto his chin careful enough to not draw out the blood yet, "I am so sorry that you did not but that would make the two of us." I informed him of the fact.
I increased the pressure on the knife and tilted his head up until he finally started to bleed because of the chain that was dangling in his neck. It was heavy metal.
