What are you waiting for? Kill him. 

My head needed a second to realize what Tarask had ordered. Sure, he was a danger just a second ago, but he was unconscious, and I had the ring right now. The girl probably reached the main street by now, so police would be here soon. There was no reason to kill him, as long he would be caught. Rather I should get out here before I was pulled into the case as a witness.

That’s exactly the reason you need to kill him, pitiful thing. Are you really so stupid? 

Why was he insulting me again? He was no longer a danger to me. I might have killed him in the heat of the battle if necessary, but he couldn’t resist in this state. I refused to murder a human being, even if it was a scumbag like him.

You really didn’t think this through, did you? If he gets arrested without the ring, people will recognize him. The BRS will interrogate him to find out, how he managed to stay hidden. Then they will know about the ring which will make them wary of you even if they won’t know who you are. They will be more careful. 

Ok, fine. Maybe it wasn’t perfect with the BRS knowing about the ring, but they still wouldn’t know it was me who owned it. Nor did I see any reason why it should turn out to be an issue if the BRS was more wary. 

It’s a giant issue. Everything that could interrupt our cause will become trouble. So, why hesitate? He’s a rapist that tried to kill you. No one will miss him. Just slit his throat and no one will get a single thing out of him.

No. No matter what he was hinting at, there was no reason to kill him for that. I wouldn’t cut his throat, I wouldn’t become a murderer! 

You’re too stubborn for your own good, pitiful thing. I’ll ask you one more time. Kill him!

I still refused to move. For a reason like that, I wouldn’t kill another human being. Nor did I wish to become his marionette, following along every simple order. Sadly, I had forgotten a crucial fact. He didn’t need my consent at all. 

We don’t have time for this discussion, you fool. The police will be here soon.

My body moved on its own again. No, damn it. I resisted as vain as it was from the beginning. My shaking hand raised the knife, the other gripped his hair and pulled his head up, so his throat was exposed. No matter how hard I tried to interrupt my movements it was no use. 

I was a fool. Talking with Tarask, coming to a sort of arrangement. A part of me had been led to believe it was a type of team work occurring here. But he never intended it to be. As long as I did as I was told, he simply had no reason to take control of me to this extent. But as soon as I no longer complied, he didn’t hesitate a second. He used me as if I was a thing. A tool for the task at hand. 

Stop it! Stop it, I don’t want to kill him! I screamed at him in my thoughts, trying to get his attention, trying to alter his mind. My eyes widened as he set the blade to the delicate skin. No. He would kill him. He would kill him with my hands, he would turn my into a murderer. 

He didn’t even bother to react to me. The knife slit through his throat, the blood started to flow. 

He didn’t intend to order me to drink it. My body kneeled before its prey, my lips opened to catch as much of the flowing red liquid as they could. I could feel my stomach revolting as I clenched my fists and closed my eyes. He didn’t care about my feelings, nor did he waste energy on them. All he did was bent my body to drink a lot of the warm life essence. 

I wished I could fool myself. The taste on my tongue reminded me of a beer forgotten in the sunlight. It was no longer tasty or refreshing but still remained some of its taste. No matter how much I wanted it, I couldn’t tell myself I was drinking warm beer. I knew it was human blood. The blood of a person I had just murdered. 

I might have soothed myself with knowing he was a bad guy, but that didn’t comfort me. Even if he was a terrible person - what about the next human we’d meet? Would he force me to kill more people to achieve his goal? No matter how necessary he made it sound, it wasn’t necessary. We didn’t have to kill him. 

Where would he draw the line? Was there any line existing to him? Were all humans just worthless to him? 

Stop your whining, it gets annoying. You shouldn’t make such a fuss about a worthless piece of shit, pitiful thing. Get up. What are you waiting for? We need to get out of here.

I heard his voice, but I didn’t bother to move. Why should I bother? He would simply move me himself. Like a puppeteer moving his little marionette. Why did he even bother asking me anymore if he wasn't concerned with my opinion?

Are you serious? Do I really have to waste energy moving you back to the hostel? 

I didn’t wish to be forced into this situation again. Also, I wanted to get away as fast as possible from the site. I wanted to get rid of the blood on my lips. Why did he force me to drink his blood like the lizards? A human’s blood nonetheless! My stomach still revolted at the thought. 

Because you are too weak. And you didn’t have anything better to do than hurting yourself in an unnecessary battle. If you simply followed my lead from the beginning, we would have killed him without a scratch on you. It’s your own fault. 

Was he serious? My fault? Because I didn’t wish to murder a human? Was he even listening to the nonsense he spread? I felt furious. If I could, I would have thrown my fist in his face right away. Since I couldn’t, I only was able to curse him further in my thoughts as I rushed back to the hostel.