the fifth floor

I don't feel pity for my enemies, hell. Whoever stands before me is nothing to me.

He is Not even a human in my eyes, so why should I feel pity.

In fact, I enjoy being torturing them and making them cry like children.

And as they ask for mercy, I give them hope, then I kill them without mercy. I am not an angel from heaven.

I am a human from the earth, so I will make everyone who stands in my way visit hell.

As he knows for a fact that he stood on the wrong side.

He can then curse his luck as much he wants to, but he will surely die in the end.

After I made that poor person kill himself, and I saw that miserable look on his miserable face, the look of despair, that look makes me happy I was really smiling.

How was that feeling of cutting your neck with your hands, how was your heart was it beating with intensity as your hands were trembling and you can do nothing but cry and scream?