Vengeful little soul

"The woods are nice" thought Jackie. They always felt disconnected from everything else when looking at the oak canopy, at how the leaves fluttered in the wind, at how the suns rays slithered through the thick blanket of leaves covering the tall, brown organisms. It was basically all little 11 year old Jackie had ever known, they never got the privilege of a normal childhood, and Jackie had no real friends, but this was not their fault, these things had been ripped away from them every day since their birth. Jackie was the only child in a dying cult located somewhere in Eastern Europe. Jackie's real name, given to them by their mother was Sasha, but they had decided long ago that they did not want to leave even a single trace of that person in them. As the child observed the trees they wondered "is this really what my life is supposed to be like?" tracing the bruises and cuts on their body, they felt their lower lip quivering and tears welling in their eyes, but before they could be shed Jackie felt a cold hand around their neck, they gasped, it hurt a lot, but they didn't protest, this was their daily life. The man holding Jackie dragged them through the mud back to the cults campsite, passing by tents with disgusting horrors unfolding inside, rape, torture, these were common sights for poor little Jackie, and sadly common experiences.

Founded in 1966, the Nostra Potentia cult were most active throughout the 70s, 80s, and early 90s and were infamous for their brutality and hostility, but when members started dying of old age they had to come up with a plan, girls and boys as young as 13 were kidnapped and brainwashed, then forced to breed to grow the cult, however this new generation of cultists were different, having been traumatized from a young age they were often hostile and aggressive towards the older members, this eventually lead to a massive killing spree in 1998, claiming 36 lives. After this "regime change" the 2nd generation of cultists were brutal and downright cruel, even towards their own children. Jackie was born in the year 2000, and has wanted to die ever since.

"Who do you think you are?!" The man screamed at Jackie, turning them around to face him "To disobey us like that... To walk into the woods!" The mans hands clamped around Jackie's throat "You're lucky you're fertile or you would be dead right now!" The man let go of their throat as he kicked Jackie in the face with his brown, worn out boot, drawing blood from the child's lip. "Filth" he muttered as he walked back into his tent. Jackie knew crying was useless, nobody would care, instead they laid in the mud, shaking and whimpering. As Jackie laid in bed next to one of the men in the cult who was already sleeping, their breath shaky, they thought to themselves "Is there an end to this? Will i be happy one day?" as Jackie thought more and more they came to a conclusion "I cant be happy" Jackie's eyes started to well up with tears of hopelessness as they stood up and grabbed the knife from the nearby table, holding it against their own wrist, but as the blade came closer and closer to their skin a new emotion started building up inside Jackie.

Hate.

Hate started rapidly filling every cubic nanometer inside of Jackie's body, a strong, blunt heat tugging at every fiber of their muscles "I cant be happy... Not while these people are still breathing". Jackie swiftly turned around and slit the throat of the man in bed, before he could scream Jackie plunged the knife into his mouth and twisted it until they felt his spine on the tip of the blade. Something snapped inside Jackie as they watched the mans pathetic life leave his eyes, Jackie had never felt this good before, not even close, but it was not enough.

Jackie went outside the tent, the dark of the night had swallowed the camp and an owl was calling in the distance, Jackie's slow footsteps approached another tent, and one by one, the plague of their life was cleansed from existence, both the pleasure and hate were mixing into a cocktail of murderous intent inside Jackie's body, growing stronger every time the knife effortlessly slid across the horrible monsters necks, spraying blood on Jackie's clothes and face, the way the wound opened several centimeters, the way they choked on their own blood, it was Jackie's biggest, most satisfying dream, and it was come true.

As Jackie reached the last tent, the tent of the man who had beat them earlier that day they had a twisted but justified idea. Jackie first cut the mans tounge, and before he could react Jackie slashed his thighs so deep they could feel the bone, the man tried to scream, but his screams were choked by the blood gushing from the wound on his tounge, as he tried desperately to push himself off the bed Jackie plunged the knife deep in his shoulder, rendering his arms useless.

Tears began to shed from the mans eyes as he looked at Jackie, a pleading look in his eyes, but Jackie was unfazed. As Jackie slowly brought the knife to his eye the man let out a wet, muffled "No, no no no please no" Jackie slowly pushed the knife tip into his eye and twisted it, before doing the same with the other, the hateful, vengeful child then removed his genitals, before eating him alive.

It was almost morning, Jackie walked out of the tent, satisfied and with a full belly. "The woods are nice" thought Jackie, behind them was the tent, containing 115 bodies, some with chunks of flesh missing.

Was that good guyss? Any feedback would be appreciated as this is kind of a work-in-progress ^_^