Comments on self
I\'m waking you up so you can feint some more.
I\'m keeping you well-fed so you dont run out of blood.
You have fueled my hatred and hate i shall.
No Mercy lays down his bloodsoaked scalpel for a while to turn to a mirror.
The deep scar on his cheek disrupts what would have been a perfect facewide grin of evil.
He turns to the gagged man in the chair, grabbing some sort of scissors from the table.
\"You my friend, were at the wrong place at the right time.\"
The elder man who sits in the chair starts crying again,
his eyes deep red already, as if he had been crying all day
Nomercy turns the blade to the man\'s chest, carving yet another weird pattern in there.
\"ahh yes... that\'s it !\" the sweet music of you screams and agony, it brings out the artist in me\"