"Stop please. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He pleads, another long delightful scream coming out of him as I slowly dig my knife into his thigh. His blood overflows, spilling onto the floor along with his piss.

"If you wanted this to be over, you would've never played such a dirty trick on us. That was really petty." I say, ripping the knife out of his thigh, quickly as he lets out a blood wrenching scream.

Isaac reaches over him, grabbing my nape and drawing me, pressing his lips against mine. I let his tongue slip in my mouth as the bloody knife hangs above his head in my hands, as my arms wrap around his neck.

Our prey sits between us, like a meal we're sharing. I think it's hot.

"Fuck, we still have to do something about your punishment right?' I pant, as Isaac lets me go.

"Don't mention it now. I might just leave this bastard in here to die and grab you." He breathes out, stabbing in the man's arm again. He cries out, tears washing a little bit of the blood on the side of his face.

I chuckle.

This is second behind seeing the life drain from the eyes of my victims.

"Where should we put our initials?" I beam at Isaac, looking our hostage up and down.

"His back?" Isaac suggests, I shake my head.

"Too easy."

"His forehead?" I smirk, shaking my head.

"Too obvious." He nods.

"His stomach?" His voice merges with mine.

Our eyes meet as we both laugh.

"Yeah, that's perfect. Somewhere we could fuck up and kill you, but we don't care." I whisper to the whimpering figure.

Aw, poor guy. He should've never tried to trick us. Now we can do what we want with him, like Richie said.

I slowly lift up his shirt, revealing the pale white skin underneath. Isaac comes around the chair, kneeling by the side of me. He presses his knife against the slim abdomen of the prisoner. The man shakes, trying to suck in his stomach. I ready my knife.

"We should do something like 'I plus A' in a heart. That would be cute." I say, letting the tip of my knife brush along his lower stomach. Isaac hovers above me, pressing his knife even deeper.

"Great, let's get started." His knife breaks through his skin, as blood flows out and on to the floor. The man screams and I start on the other side, completing my letter as Isaac does his.

My mind flashes to the man Isaac showed me in his basement.

Good times.

"Let's finish the circle together." Isaac says. I nod, as we carve our half of the circle, making the perfect brand on his body. The man faints.

What a bitch.

"This was fun, lets go wash up." Isaac stands up, reaching out a hand for me as well. I take it, gripping him hard as the blood on our hands mix and slip. Jumping to my feet, Isaac wraps his arms around me, spinning us around. I laugh as my toes are lifted off the ground.

He's in a good mood.

Isaac sets me down on the first step of the stairs. I look down at him as he smirks at me.

"What was that for?" I ask, fixing my hair out of my face. He plants a small kiss on my cheek, stepping up next to me.

"Just something I've wanted to do for a while now." He blushes, starting up the stairs without me. I stand stunned for a second, my heart pounding in my ears as his footsteps creak against the old basement wood. My hands itch.

I don't know what to do to him. I want to do everything. I want to be his everything.

He's mine.

"Hurry up." He shouts from the top. I blink, shaking off my daze and jogging up the steps after him. He grabs my hand as I catch up. We walk into the house together, looking through the random rooms for a bathroom and bedroom.

"If you guys are lost, you should've just told me." Richie says, pushing our hands apart as he comes from behind us.

"We need a shower." Isaac says. Richie looks both of up and down, nodding.

"Yes, you both do. Together?" Richie narrows his eyes, as heat rushes to my face.

I've wanted to see Isaac naked for a minute now.

"Maybe." I whisper, my gaze stuck on my feet as I twirl my hair.

"No." Isaac deadpans. My head snaps up to look at him.

"Why not?" I ask, pouting.

"I don't think I'd be able to think straight in that kind of a situation." He shakes his head, his face as red as my hair.

Aw, he's shy. I'm in no hurry, there are other places you can see someone naked.

"Ew, I don't want to hear about this anymore." Richie turns around and I grab his arm. He stops, glancing back at me with wide eyes.

"W-what?" He stutters. I grin.

"Thank you. You've been more useful than I thought. You're my best friend and I'm grateful." I smile at him, as he frowns a little. Isaac takes hold of my hand and Richie's arm, separating us.

I did it. That mushy high school girl stuff where she appreciates her friends. This has officially become my teenage adventure.

"I thought I was your best friend, Aliza. He's-"

"I don't want to be your friend." Richie's tone darkens as he storms off. Isaac and I stare at his retreating figure.

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