[I don't really watch Punz/know his character very well, so forgive me if it feels off]

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Scenario- "Do you really think that I'm the bad guy? I'll show you what it means to be the bad guy."

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"Punz, you make me sick." The stench of fresh blood rolled over you in waves. The vibrant red was quickly fading to black, the thick globs of it becoming sticky like glue. If it hadn't been for your empty stomach, the acid within it would have joined the already disgusting mess.

Punz lazily shrugged whilst flipping his knife back and forth. His eyes, although half lidded, were intently focused on you. Although many would make the mistake of assuming he wasn't paying attention, he was on high alert.

"Do I really?" It wasn't exactly a question intended for you to answer, but you decided to dump extra salt into the already gaping wound.

You couldn't help but snort with disbelief. The audacity of this man. "You're disgusting." His eyes narrowed slighty in a threatening manner as soon as the words reached his ears. You knew he was challenging you. Whether you backed down or stood your ground was up to you.

"That really hurts my feelings ya know. Those sweet lips spew such awful lies, don't you think?" Nothing about what you had said was untrue. How could an opinion be wrong? It just wasn't possible.

Knowing that you would get nowhere by arguing with him, you stepped to the side, almost tripping in the process. Between your feet was a man now torn to bloodied shreds. The face was completely sliced. There was no hope of identifying him. You almost felt sad for whatever family he may have had. No one deserved to be forgotten, especially when you were dead.

Knowing that you were feeling sympathy for the man beneath you, Punz scoffed. His plum colored eyes couldn't help but roll to show how much contempt he held for the cadaver that lay on the floor. If he could, he'd kill him again.

Some may have wondered what horrendous act this individual must have committed to be slaughtered like this. The crime? A snarky attitude and a colorfully poor choice of words to go with it. He was unlucky in choosing his victim for they had someone equally as sharp to match.

He would never get the privilege of using that foul tongue against you ever again. It had been ripped straight from his mouth with a pair of rusty pliers.

You shivered and couldn't suppress the gag that tore through your throat. It was getting harder and harder to stomach the rotten stench of decaying flesh. Hopefully your captor would be merciful and remove the body before it stunk up the whole house.

Although with your sharp words, you knew that wasn't going to be the case. As if reading your mind, Punz gave you a sickeningly sweet grin that made you want to trade places with the dead guy at your feet.

"Since you seem to care so much about this... thing, you should stay with it to keep it company." It felt like the entire weight of the building just collapsed on top of you. The crushing feeling of not being able to breathe was hitting you full force.

Punz couldn't possibly be thinking about... about leaving you with a rotting corpse! That was inhumane, something unspeakable.

"W-wait! I didn't mean what I said. Please, God please don't leave me here with him!" He sucked in a breath before slowly letting it out through clenched teeth.

You were still trying to humanize that peice of flesh. How disappointing. He knew that it wasn't going to be pleasant, but you needed to learn one way or the other. Maybe after a few days of sitting with a decaying body would do the trick.

With a playful jab towards you, he opened his mouth to spit out words dripping with animosity.

"Do you think that I'm the bad guy? I'll show you what it means to be the bad guy."

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[[The art used is made by Surintaro on Twitter.]]