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I creep up on the still grieving man.

I have to prove I can do it. So it can't be quick.

I stab the knife into his arm.

He tries to turn, but the knife is stopping him. He turns his head instead.

I take out the knife and stab him again, into his shoulder this time.

Again.

It doesn't matter where I aim, as long as it won't kill him immediately.

Again.

Then I start stabbing his back.

The knife almost goes straight through him.

Only when his back looks like a deformed piece of meat, do I stop.

Then I aim for his head.

His skull makes an audible sound when the knife goes through it.

And, for the first time, I gag.

I take out the knife and go downstairs.

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