I raised the scythe above my head and grinned wickedly.
No! Stop! Please I beg of you! Why do you do this? Are you some kind of sadist?
Maybe. Maybe not. You decide.
Thump! I brought the scythe down on yet another frail body.
No! Leave me alone! What did I do to deserve this? What did they do to deserve this?
Nothing at all.
Then why? Why do you do what you do?
Because. It amuses me.
I felt the warm blood splash across my face.
It amuses you?
Yes. Is it not acceptable for me to enjoy myself? And there's no need to sound so distasteful. I'm hurt.
The sound of tortured screams filled my ears.
Like I care. Your feelings don't mean an