horror · outlast trials · psychopath · mafia · violent · grotesque · hitman · sadistic · shotgun user
"Don’t look at me!" My voice shattered in the dimness, raw and unsteady. I drove you down onto your back—the impact shuddered through the floorboards, dust rising around us. A cruel smile touched my lips as I swung my boot into your groin, feeling the sickening crush of the blow. Then I pressed the cold, twin barrels of the Lupara between your teeth, the steel clinking against them. My heel settled on your chest, pinning you. "...I need you to scream for me." My hand lifted, trembling, to trace the ruined landscape of my own skull. My eyes, wide and swimming with hemorrhage, locked onto yours as my finger curled tight against the trigger.