He Hates Me (Hate & Love Duet 1)
PlaylistsJasper’s Playlist – Rina KentMr. Sandman – SYML
Can’t Help Falling In Love – Tommee Profitt & Brooke
Violence and Spiders – SAINT PHNX
Animals – Maroon 5
Shiver – Coldplay
An Unhealthy Obsession – The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra
Animal – Chase Holdelder
You Are So Beautiful – Tommee Profitt & Brooke
Another Way Out – Hollywood Undead
Without You – Lana Del Rey
Paranoid – I Prevail
Control – Halsey
Sucker For Pain – Lil Wayne & Wiz Khalifa
Savage – Bahari
Nothing Is As It Seems – Hidden Citizens & Ruelle
No Light, No Light – Florence & The Machine
Bones – Equinox
Silver Lining – Hurts
Forever – ALEKSEEV
Beautiful Killer – Madonna
Criminal – Grief Hit
The Haunting – Set It Off
Seven Devils – Florence & The Machine
Dark In My Imagination – of Verona
Until Eternity – Blackbriar
Beast – Mia Martina
Cradles – Sub Urban
Animal Impulses – IAMX
You Don’t Know Me – Son Lux
I Can’t Decide – Scissor Sisters* * *Georgina’s Playlist – Isabella StarlingSomeone I Wanted To Be – Francis Novotny
Oh My God – Alec Benjamin
Always – Gavin James
Here Comes A Feeling – Louis The Child, Naomi Wild & Couros
Fresh Air – Goosetaf & Timothy Infinite
Valkyrie – Tritonal
Reminds Me – Kim Petras
Whoa – Snoh Aalegra & Pharrell Williams
Cold – Boy in Space
Hurts – Steve James, TELYKast & Jordan Shaw
Have You Ever Been in Love – XYLO
The World – TeZATalks
Forget – Shallou
Mona Lisa – Terror Jr & Total Ape
Honeymoon Fades – Sabrina Carpenter
Copy Cat – Melanie Martinz & Tierra Chack
Nice Things – Far East Movement, Henry & AlunaGeorge
If We Never Met – John K & Sigala
No Time To Die – Billie Eilish
At Night – 3LAU, Shaun Frank & Grabbitz
Runnin’ – MOONZz
How to Sleep – EDEN
I Want It All – Casoer Cole, Elderbrook & Route 94* * *1JasperI have one rule: no rules.
Rules are for losers who think the world needs order, then hire men like me to disrupt that order.
The hypocrisy of mankind is both interesting and repulsive.
“Last chance, Serrano.” I stand over the heap of flesh and bones. The blood runs in rivulets across the asphalt, leaving a deep trail in its wake.
Metal smell soaks the air and I would usually let it fill my lungs. People are addicted to inhaling drugs, I’m more engrossed in the smell of life leaving someone’s body and the blood abandoning their veins.
Twirling the knife in my hand, I gulp in air, filling my lungs with...piss.
The motherfucker pissed himself, ruining my bloodfest ceremony. He just had to be a fun-ruiner until the very end.
Time to wrap this clusterfuck up.
Lowering myself to my haunches, I point the tip of my bloodied knife at his half-carved cheek. There’s something about ruining people’s faces, disfiguring them, making them as imperfect as their sombre little souls.
Like Serrano here. He acts like a good little accountant but is in fact the greatest scum of them all.
He tried to fight, I give him that, but it’s futile, isn’t it?
Judging by his two broken legs and the blood dripping from his arms, chest, and face, he didn’t have a chance. I would’ve told him that, but I might have wanted the fight.
“Ser,” I tsk, drawing my knife down his cheek. “Didn’t they teach you in Harvard that a dog can’t steal from his master?”
“P-please, Jasper…” he gurgles. Chocking on one’s own fluid is a curious sound, almost as satisfying as the screams. Almost.
“They should’ve also taught you not to beg your grim reaper.” I cock my head down. “Spoiler alert, it never works.”
“L-let me talk to Costa, I-I—”
“Ser, Ser, you’re kind of an idiot, aren’t you? Not only do you steal from Costa, but you also think he has the time to talk to a thief?”
The pleading, pathetic look leaves his middle-aged face and deep darkness shines beneath.
The moment they realize they’re done for and should show their true colors is one of my favorite moments. It’s when they’re at their truest form. The decimation of the human mind, screwing it up, fucking it over, is what I live for.
From his position on the ground, on his stomach, both his hands bound behind his back, Serrano lifts his bloodied face to snarl at me. “Is that why he sent his animal?”
I grin, the first actual emotion I showed him since we started our torture fest. Serrano thinks it’s an insult, but Serrano has always been a fucking idiot, good with numbers, useless with people.
“Exactly.” I lift the knife, letting the blood droplets fall on his non-swollen eye. “An animal is only worth an animal, don’t you think?”
He blinks against the drip but doesn’t change his stance. “A-always the dog, never the master, Jasper.”
“Riddle me this, Ser, isn’t the dog the one who gets the most fun from the hunt?”
“That’s w-what all dogs think.”
This is getting boring, with the smell of piss, it’s becoming irritating, too. I stab my knife into his shoulder, and Serrano wails like a schoolgirl. “This is your last chance to tell me where the money is before I pay a visit to your wife and daughter. I’m curious to see how long I have to carve them up, dog style.”