Hear Me Out (Sebastian Solace X Reader)

First Time 🔪✨️

The blood poured out of his throat with the rhythm of his beating heart, I watched as crimson stained his clothes and the mattress under him. He made an effort to grab at his neck to try and stop the bleeding as his widened eyes stayed locked on mine as he let out another pitiful sound.

He reached a single hand out towards me as an attempt to stop me from bringing the knife down on him again, all the while keeping one hand on his throat. It was futile though as I brought the knife down again, cutting through the hand that covered his neck and digging the knife back into his throat. His hand that wasn't stabbed through jutted out towards my way, making me have to let go of the knife to take a step back to not get his bloody hand on PK's clothes that I wore.

I thought that with the second stab this guy would go limp and die, but he still had some fight in him as he used his non-stabbed hand to take out the knife from his throat and hand. He now had the knife and looked pissed.

Great.

His bleeding throat poured across his body as he sat up from his bed. He opened his mouth again to let out more disgusting sounds of gargled pain. All that he got from the poor attempt of trying to speak again was him coughing blood up and onto the floor, painting the cell's floors red with his blood. The floor was the canvas and his blood was the paint.

He pointed the knife my way with a shaky hand. I pointed at myself and looked around me, wondering if I was what he was really pointing at.

He took a wobbly step my way, blood pouring from his neck like a perfectly running faucet. How was this guy still alive, he lost well over 4 pints by now. The man took another step towards me and lunged forward with the knife, his movements were slow, unbalanced, and inaccurate as he lunged for a spot a couple of feet from where I stood. I still took a couple of steps away from him as he turned his face towards my direction and tried for another lunge, the knife pointed my way as he went for the attack. Mid step of his lunge, he tripped over his own foot and fell onto the floor of concrete. A hard thud was sounded as his body made contact with the floor.

The knife flew out of his loose grasp as his body hit the floor ungracefully. Scared that the knife will make a loud clattering sound if it hits the hard floor, I make an effort to catch the knife mid air. My hands flew out towards the knife before it could hit the ground next to the man. My hands landed under the knife and watched in horror as the knife's blade almost stabbed into my hand.

Good news: the knife didn't clatter loudly on the ground, alerting a guard.

Bad news: I almost got cut and I could've gotten his blood in my system.

I held the knife carefully in my hand as I looked from my hands towards the limp body on the floor, his back facing up as he laid still. The man wasn't even breathing anymore. Blood started to pool around the area of his neck, the red liquid almost a black color from the lack of light given from the red lights. I walked towards his body and kicked him with my foot. His body barely moved from my soft kick as I kicked him again but harder, but the body stayed motionless under me. I gave one final swift kick to the side of his head just out of spite towards him.

I looked down at his dead body in disgust, if it weren't for the blood someone would think he was just sleeping on the ground, his already foul smell didn't differ from a rotten corpse. With the knife in hand I left his cell room with a heavy heart. The after rush of killing someone filled my body with worry as I walked past the cell's of the other prisoners.

I decided to quietly slide the bloody knife into a random prisoner's cell and kept walking. I might be framing someone for my own murder but I wasn't in the mood to have an actual reason to be behind bars.