The thought was appealing. Seeing someone beg for their life and then not get it was her idea of a good time. It was like they weren't able to control her, no matter how many times she was in the mad house, she didn't stop, couldn't stop, wouldn't stop. The screams were her heaven, the blood was her foul. The demons would beg her to stop, apologize over and over but never give her what she wanted.
Her mother had been dead for over three years now. The hunter had never found the demon that killed her and it seemed like he would never be cought, but, she would do it, some day.
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