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Prologue

         Screams echo and bounce against the walls and blood droplets slam down onto the floor. 

                                                           Drip. Drip. Drip
Over and over again, the red droplets hit the ground at the feet of a man. A man named Scott. 
  The screams continued as Scott used a knife to slice and carve away at the delicate flesh of a young woman who he'd snatched up earlier that day. 

"Nobody can hear you; you know. Scream all you want; it will get you nowhere." Scott says to the frail woman. "I love the screams." He whispers in her ear, a wretched smirk on his face. The woman struggled against the restraints Scott had in place, unable to get free of them. Scott had already done quite a number on this woman; she was falling apart. Scott took his knife and slowly cut into her chest as she screamed. He cut into her arms, legs, and stomach. 

"Have you ever wondered... what your insides look like? I can show you, but only for a few seconds before you bleed to death." He says and brings the knife to her stomach again. "And then, I will carve out your heart; and what a lovely meal it will make." 

Scott was in his early 20s. He was around 5'11 and 165lbs. He has short dark brown hair that he stands upwards in a stylish yet teenage fashion, and he has caramel-colored eyes. He was attractive, no one could deny that. Thats how he lured both men and women to come with him to his place of hiding. Nobody would suspect him to be a monster underneath those good looks. Just goes to show, the devil hides in plain sight. 

Scott walked around the woman, circling her, before stopping behind her and leaning over her shoulder to whisper in her ear. "I bet I know what you're thinking." He says and a smirk dances across his lips in a sinister fashion. "Why me?" He says and stands straight and slowly walks around her, his knife lightly dragging against her flesh all the while. "What did I do to deserve this?" Scott chuckles. "Well, I have an answer for you..." Scott stops right in front of her and bends down slowly to look her in the eyes. 

"The answer is nothing. You did nothing to deserve this." He places the knife firmly against her stomach. "I'm just hungry." He says and starts carving away, ripping the girl apart. Piece by piece, organ by organ. He'd save each salvageable piece and store it in his freezer for later times. Eventually he would properly dispose of the rest, by feeding it to wild dogs.