Getting Torture & Vampire

John twisted the knife, sending a fresh wave of searing pain through my body. I grit my teeth, biting back another scream. "Oh, that's the sound I like to hear. Come on, don't hold back your scream now. Let it out," John said, his grin wider than ever. "Music to my ears."

Ugh, son of a bitch! I'm not letting this bastard enjoy every second of this! No matter what, I must bear with it!

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. I locked eyes with him, my glare as sharp as I could muster. "I'll never forget this! You're definitely going to pay for this one day!" I said.

John's grin faltered for a second, and his eyes narrowed. "Oh, you're funny. Well, there's no 'one day,' because you're going to die by my hand today." He let out an evil laugh. "Hahaha! But nice try, though."

Then without giving me a chance to rest, John went ahead and stabbed my right thigh this time.