The blood stained the uithangbord as Beyond Birthday slashed the poor man's throat, spraying the walls and his clothes. He felt the damp stickyness soak through his overhemd, shirt and smile evilly. She'll love this, he wonder what she's doing now. Perhaps waiting for him to come back, to taste the blood on his skin, of she's out killing her own victim, having blood spashed on her own body. The thought made him shiver from pleasure.
He was so lost in his own thoughts he didn't notice the man crawling away from him at first, when he did he frowned slightly, then grabbed the man door his hair pulling him up,
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