The light flickered on, and the man slammed the door shut tight. Carefully, he laid out each of his instruments, shiny, and silver. All were finely tuned, and had the sharpest point possible. The man diligently wrapped his apron around his waist, and carefully chose his tool. A serrated blade. It glistened in the dimly lit room, like a thousand stars in the night sky. Looking down at his prey with an eerie smile, he carefully made his first incision. Screams filled the grimey room, and could possibly be heard down the hall. But there was no one to hear them. She was trapped. Tied down, and there was nothing she could do except lay there, and let him dissect her.Blood began to pool around her body. Her hair was matted from months of neglect. She began to feel queezy, and nauseous. The man paid no attention to her discomfort. He continued to cut through her soft tissue. Down her chest, stopping just above her belly button. His eyes moved up and down the carving he had done. It was a true work of art. Then with a single, fluid motion drew a thin red line across the young girl's neck. She choked and gasped for air, but couldn't find it. Blood dripped down her skin, staining it red. When all the ari had gone from her lungs, her skin began to lose color. She turned pale, and cold. Her eyes glossed over, and she became limp. The man looked down and admired his masterpiece. She had stopped flailing, and was now just laying there. Still. No heart beat. Never again would she plague his thoughts, and his sight. She was gone, and he was free!
