The Deadly Duo
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I was almost done now. I looked down to see my work, dozen of long gashes, roughly 6 inches long going down the pretty face, and down the body. She's almost dead, the worst part of this is when they die, but it's hard to get around that. With one swift motion I took the knife and started to work on the chest area. I took the cold metal ice pick in my hand, lined it up and gave it a hard hit. I could hear the bones crush and then the blood soon started to pour out in a flowing matter. A few more of those, and the heart would be out. Soon, the precious heart was out, I cradling it to my body like it was a newborn body, and placed it by the wall and wrote in the warm blood on the wall. With that she was dead, I checked. Twice.
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Note, I got many of my ideas in this story from the show Criminal Minds.
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