Infinity... Plus 24 ways to murder

Victim One

Martha's wrists burn from the rope irritating her skin due to the constant struggle of her bonds. The cool air slashed her face, and the area around was deathly quiet. She was tied to a metal pole in the dead of winter, the state and/or country was unknown to her. It was dark, shadows danced to the light of the waxing moon. Snow frosted the ground and hypothermia was slowly taking its tole on her fagile body.
CRUNCH
CRUNCH
CRUNCH
He was coming... No... He is already here
Martha could not see his face, but she could feel his jagged, shallow breaths beside her ear as he traced her jaw line with a cool ice shard. Small red drops surfaced where he made the first incision, he laughed. His laugh was chilling and empty, it echoed through the midnight air. He made more cuts all over her body, tearing her shirt to ribbons and leaving her face a bloody, swollen mess. Martha was still alive though... And she could feel every bit. She kicked her attacker with the best of her ability but it was futile.
"Martha my sweet child, you mustn't misbehave or this will be much harder for the both of us."
Martha could now see his smile. It was pure evil. He cackled and it shattered the silence like frozen glass. Then, out of no where he plunged the ice scicle deep within her chest. Hot, red, liquid bubbled out from around the ice. Martha gasped at the sudden ferocity of the impact. It had not yet become clear that she is dieing. That is until she looked down at the crimson swirled display upon the ice deep within her dainty torso.
     "Good night my dear Martha... Sweet dreams" then he broke out into his horrid laughter while covering her body in a blanket of snow.
                     His first victim, Martha Rose.