I told you so

When people first met Dagrun they always thought of her as a sweet shy girl. Her petite frame and warm green eyes only intensified her image of innocence. However, with time, her true self would surface and she would become the snarky cynical who hated spending time with people that she was. She would joke about everything not worrying if it was politically correct, and when she was really comfortable she would joke about murdering people. Some times, specific people, even, who would laugh it off and think about it as an eccentricity of hers, she clearly liked reading crime novels a bit too much. 

One Friday evening, a colleague of Dragun returned to the office to retrieve some documents he would need to work over the weekend. He was surprised to see light in Dragur's office and went to check on her. He opened the door and saw someone sitting on the chair, their back to the entrance, whoever it was it was clearly not Dragun. He walked up to them and put a hand on their shoulder to ask what were they doing there. As soon as he touched him, as it happened to be a man, he lost balance and fell on the table, lifeless, a deep gash opening his throat. At the same time the door closed and a key clicked locking it. He turned around, violently, and his eyes met with Dragun's smiling at him. She was carrying a heavy knife, still dripping blood. 

-What?!

-I told you so. I told all of you. Every time one of you annoyed me I would tell you one day I was going to kill you all. And you just laughed. And I became more annoyed. He just happened to be the most annoying of you all. 

-And now you're going to kill me.- he realized he had no escape, her eyes were shinning with determination, but he wouldn't go down without a fight, he couldn't go down without a fight. 

She smiled at him mockingly. She had realized her victim had other ideas. She took off her cardignan and used it to clean up the blood staining the blade. 

-There are two options here, we do it my way and you die quickly, or we do it your way and you die in the worst pain you have ever experienced. 

-You don't need to kill me, don't you know? 

-Oh, it's not about needing it's about wanting. And I happen to want to kill you very much, right now. Unfortunately, I don't have much time so do us both a favor and be nice and quiet. 

He slowly approached her, she was tiny, maybe he could take the knife of her hands. He jumped at her and found himself lying on his back on the floor in a swift movement. She was on top of him, holding him still while with a surgeon's precision she resected some tendons making him completely unable to move. He screamed for ten minutes straight, while Dragun stared at him boredly. When his throat was raw and he couldn't voice any other words, she smiled creepily and carresed his cheek with the cold flat of the knife. 

-Your way it is. Get comfortable, this is going to be long. 

If he could have screamed, he would. As he would have during the two hours that it took for Dragun to kill him.