⚠️ 29 -Sanzu, the Deranged

                                    

                                          
⚠️: Gore Descriptions 
     You felt chills flow throughout your body as his words filled your mind. You tried thinking of possible ways to escape, looking for anything you could use to cut your ropes or even harm your kidnapper. To your disadvantage, there was nothing in sight. And so, you let out the only words you could, "LET GO OF ME!"
     He smiled once again, "No. No, I don't believe I will."
     You spat on his face, which caused him to let go of his grip on you. "The fuck?" He said, wiping the spit off of his nose. "You think..." He raised the hand he used to his mouth and raised his eyebrow, "This bothers me?"
     The pink-haired boy slowly licked the spit off his hand making sure you watched. "I couldn't give two shits about what you spit onto my face, dear." He raised his hand and slapped it across your face with great force that caused your head to shoot to the side, leaving a stinging sensation. Slowly, as the blood rushed to your cheek, it grew red. "Think twice before you go and insult me like that, bitch." 
     As your head rested to the side, you were heavily breathing but let out a smirk. "I couldn't care less about what you do to me. Hell, you won't even tell me your name, yet you expect me to take you seriously?" You turned back to him and let out a small laugh in a taunting manner. "Some kidnapper you are."
     The mullet-haired boy quickly walked up to you, pulled out a knife from his pocket, and slid it open, placing the blade against your neck. You felt the coldness of the metal pressing up against your skin which caused your movements to freeze. The boy was staring you dead in the eyes, showing you every single ounce of craziness there was to him. "You think you're so funny?
     "Don't you?"
     He squinted his eyes and pressed the blade slightly harder against your neck. You felt pain beginning to grow as the skin under the blade's tip was slowly cut open. "You feel that?"
     "This—" He pressed the knife in a bit further, "—is barely even a couple centimeters in." The boy pulled the knife back, but the opening wasn't wide enough to allow blood to fall out.
     "One slash to your carotids, and you'd be dead almost instantaneously." He grabbed a black handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped off the small amount of blood from his blade before placing it back in his pocket.
     "But I wouldn't let you off so easily, Y/N."
     "You... you know my name?" You asked with genuine curiosity as the pain began to soothe.
     "I know everything about you." 
     The pink-haired boy turned around. "Now that I've actually met you... There's no way I'd let you die so effortlessly." He placed his hands together before speaking again. "Oh, no... No, Y/N. I'd make sure it was the most painful thing you'd ever experience." He turned back to you with the most maniacal smile you had ever seen, even more so than Hanma and Izana combined.
     "There are so many ways I could start with!" His mind started racing with every possible idea that he could play out. 
     "I could break your bones at every single joint, snapping each and every one in the most horrible of ways far beyond repair. You'd feel the pain of bones piercing through your skin as they poked out from their fractures and misplacements."
     He jumped in excitement as he got carried away, "Oh! I would slowly slice off all of your fingers and toes, pressing my cigar cutter down at a steady pace so you feel every ounce of pain with each one you lose.