Amoonie

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Amoonie stopped stepping, as they were standing in front of your offender.

They traced the blade along his jawline, making a long, shallow incision, as the knife effortlessly pierced his skin.

He groaned as he tried to stand up, but amoonie stopped him, using her weapon

Your favourite weapon

His groans became louder as the knife went deeper and deeper into his skin.

His groans becoming gargles as the knife slide down his neck- not slitting it completely tho.

Amoonie reaches his hairy, firm chest.
Looking him dead in his eyes one last time,

Before she lodged the blade into him, penetrating his flesh as his eyes rolled back.

Blood dribbled out his mouth as he collapsed backwards, his face barely recognisable as the blood smeared his numerous wounds.

Amoonie grabbed your hand

You both jumped out the window