Immediately he screams as I cut into him.
Sighing, I stop what I’m doing and slap him on the chest, right where the I was carved into him.
“I told you to stay quiet didn’t I?” I shout at him. “Now…this game is payback for you. All through high school you were always the one tripping me or pushing me down the stairs or shoving me into lockers. You were the reason I could hardly ever where short sleeves or shorts. What you did always left marks…bruises I would never be able to explain away. Now it’s your turn to have your skin marred and damaged. Let’s see how long you can tolerate it.”
I reposition my knife where I previously had it, and start working it carefully under his flesh, using a slow sawing motion as I cut away at sections of his skin, separating it from the muscle beneath. As I continue my work, I can’t help but laugh at how he keeps trying and failing to keep his fucking mouth shut.
Eventually I get most of the skin of the upper portion of his left arm loosened, and cut it free from the rest of his body. He's still crying and whimpering, so I use the newly freed skin to slap him across the face.
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