Her tanned skin, her long hair red as the same fire, her beautiful strawberry lips that lay covered by silver tape, the small drops of splattered blood that spread across her face creating beautiful natural freckles. And her eyes, ahhh those eyes ... it was what attracted me to her the most.
Those two emeralds clouded by tears that watched me with terror. Ahhh, how I liked to see that fear, that despair, those hopes of continuing to live painted on his face, and being the one who destroyed them, with each cut, with each regret, with each minute that passed, how they lost everything in a matter of hours and it was I who took them to those limits that until my appearance they were unaware ...
I took a knife from the table and approached slowly, I took short steps trying to lengthen the moment until I surrounded her body, she looked beautiful with that tight blue dress and bare back, which caused me to do so many things to her at this very moment, but before that I wanted to have a little more fun with her. I gently ran that metal down the curve of her spine and her entire body shook with fear, and mine with pleasure; I tried to remove the chains with which I had tied her, but it was obvious that it would not work, I had tried too many times that the skin of her feet and hands was damaged, it was so stupid that I kept trying, because its end was written on my hands .
I fixed my eyes to the front, the time had come, the clock marked the exact time, I approached his back, my arm went around his waist and I made the first cut, smooth, slow and carefully, it had to be perfect, everything had to be perfect, so that when it finished it would be a beautiful work of art.
Then, only then would it belong to me.
Only then would she be mine even after death.
Her existence ended here with me, but for me,.
this game had just begun ...