Hands trembling, heart thumping, lips twitching in excitement, in gladness, as she undressed him. His flesh revealed before her eyes.
Her blood was boiling. Her lust was exceeding to its limit.
She couldn't wait any longer.
She touched his nakedness. Ah. Slight electronic charges gently dipped on her pretty fingers.
She just can't believe he's right infront of her now.
Softly, slowly, she grabbed the small, straight, thin-bladed steel beside her.
She slit it first at his broad, almost hairy chest.
Once his thick, scarlet-colored blood spit out, her pretty long hands went berserk, grudging every part of his body, taking out what's good in her sight.
She couldn't stop herself. Her thin lips formed into a wide, evil grin, as she did what she learned on him, her instructor in surgery.
When satisfaction entirely engulfed her, she look at his gorgeous facial.
Look at his face!
His eyes were wide open in horror! Dark, half circles were under it. His reddish lips--- 'twas gaped wide, too.
She wants to capture it with her phone, but 'she' told her not to.
What else?
Ah!
An idea popped inside her head.
She'd take his head off, and display it in her room as a remembrance. 'She' won't be surely angry.
She gazed at his body.
She would cut him, like a dressed chicken, and put it on a styro, and throw it on the river nearby.
"That was one great idea, right, Ella? You can now sleep without worry. No one will molest you again, never."
She said as she stare at the wrecked, yet managed to fix through stitch, cloth-made, young girl.
The young girl smiled innocently. The one she always wore.
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