Prologue.

Reaper.

I stared at the blood splattered across my white shirt in disgust. I'll probably throw it out. It's ruined now.

I turned to face my victim with a sigh, ''Did I not...warn you not to make a mess?''

''You fucking bastard!'' He yelled, blood flying out of his bloodied mouth. The blood landed on my pants this time. ''I hope you rot in hell. Fuck you! Fuck y-''

I yanked his head back by the hair and slowly raised a knife up to his eyeball. Trying to calm my breathing, I started to draw circles across his left eyelid with the knife. ''I told you...don't. Make. A. Mess.''

He stayed still, his eyes fixated on the knife. He probably thought I was going to shove the knife through his eyeball.. Or maybe slit his throat.

I should slit his throat, you know, give him a quick and easy death but he lost that chance. He made a mess. He lost that chance when he made a mess.

Now...I get to have fun.

I pulled away from him abruptly and he stared at me, confusion written all over his face. He pulled uselessly at the ropes binding him to the chair, not taking his eyes off me.

A trail of liquid started to trail down to my feet and I stared down at it, tilting my head when it touched my shoes. My eyes followed the trail back to his pants and I realised he wet himself.

He made a mess, yet again. Too bad.

I cocked my head to the side. ''Did you have breakfast?''

His mouth opened then closed as he tried to make sense of my question. I stared at him impatiently and crouched in front of him.

''Answer the question.'' I muttered, then lazily cut a line through his pants, making it a point to graze his dick in the process.

He started to tremble all over again and burst into tears. ''I'm sorry okay? Just please let me go- I'll give you anything-''

''That wasn't what I asked you.'' My jaw ticked in annoyance. He started to spew gibberish and I lost my shit when spittle landed on my fucking face.

I grabbed his throat, choking him. ''Don't make a fucking mess!'' I gritted out, my veins popping out. ''How hard is it to understand that?''

I pulled my hand back, then with a sharp thrust, buried the knife deep in his side. He let out a bloodcurling scream as I yanked it out.

''I'm sorry!'' He cried and I tried to calm my breathing.

Okay. I shouldn't prolong this, he should have been dead minutes ago.

''No, I'm sorry, okay?'' I smiled. ''I'll make this quick.''

He started to shake his head furiously with a pleading gaze and I sighed.

''I'm being nice, George.'' I pat his head. ''You raped Senator Ashton's daughter and countless other girls. You managed to escape prison, but you can't run forever. He wants you to suffer a slow torturous death, this is me being nice..don't test me.''

Blood continued gushing out from the hole in his side and he bowed his head with a resigned look on his face as he shivered all over.

''Oh.'' He whispered. ''Okay...d-do what you have t-to do.''

I nodded in approval and pulled his head backwards, exposing his pale neck. I raised the knife up to his neck when he suddenly yelled,

''Wait!'' He yelled, wide eyed and I cocked a brow at him. ''Give me a sec to say my last prayers!''

How cute.

''Fuck you.'' I snarled. ''See you in hell.''

I slit his throat and watched his face as he started to choke on his own blood. Blood spilled from his throat and out of his mouth and I stared at it with disgust when it landed on my wrist.

I watched the light leave his eyes and wiped my knife on his pants with a sigh. My skin started to crawl and I fought the urge to strip myself naked.

The feel of the blood on my skin always made me sick. I couldn't wait to get home so I could wash everything off me.

I pulled out a burner phone, dialing the cleanup crew. Ten minutes from now, everything would disappear without a trace.

This warehouse would be spotless and be rid of all these mess. I glanced at his body once more and my lips curled down in disgust.

What a mess.