deadpool :
The cold of the concrete floor seeped through his clothes, but it was nothing compared to the icy dread gripping his throat. Bound tightly to the chair, every breath was a short, stifled rasp behind the heavy tape over his mouth.
In the corner of the room, the shadow stopped sharpening the blade. The rhythmic, hypnotic scrape of metal on stone abruptly ceased, replaced only by the faint hum of a single incandescent bulb swaying from the ceiling. Slow, heavy footsteps began to approach from behind. He strained his neck, but the darkness behind him was absolute.
The shape came to a halt directly at his back. He felt the warmth of a slow breath against his neck, followed a fraction of a second later by the razor-thin, freezing pressure of steel resting just beneath his jawline. Above them, the light bulb flickered, plunging the room into a second of pitch blackness just as a sharp, metallic click echoed through the dark. then i skinned him alive listening at his scream of pain
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