"You've given me a lot of trouble."
Honestly, how many times has it been? You really are annoying. At least you're all quiet now.
A vicious crack sounds from the body's head.
A metallic scent floods my nose.
It only irritates me more.
So, you do bleed.
My foot hurts.
Pulsing. Throbbing.
Why?
Because he's a worm.
A caveman.
Trash.
Again.
Again.
Again.
My foot hurts.
I put pressure on it, then flinch as if burned.
I shouldn't have kicked him so hard.
My shoe sticks to the ground as I raise my foot.
It's stained red.
These were new shoes.
You hurt my foot.
I send my foot down onto the back of his head again.
The red serves almost as a veil for his face.
How many times has it been?
Oh well, you won't be a problem anymore.
The corpse's pathetic voice tickles my brain.
Please… someone…
…
You think you deserve to ask for help?
You?
I grab the hair from his scalp.
Warm syrup spreads through my fingers.
The dog's last breath comes in a pained whisper.
hah… hah…
A pained pant.
"d-don't…"
A choked back sob.
How funny.
I accidentally extend my arm, causing his face to slam into the floor.
Sorry, bro. I didn't mean to.
I promise.
"What was that? You'll need to speak up if you want people to hear you."
It doesn't respond.
"Don't you want someone to help you?"
…
I decide to speak for him this time.
He looks like he could use help.
"Please… someone! HELP ME!"
It doesn't respond.
Its body is static.
Emotionless.
Gravity pulls his dead mouth down.