Bzzzt

GrrrrZ

Blood on my blades was always the best feeling. The red liquid splattering and dripping down my metal appendages, like nectar on grey flower petals. The screams echo in my new ears as pleasure surges through my veins. Terror burns in their sockets as I rip and tear their breakable muscles and bone. I feel their life either flow out or surge out with a snap. Feelings are still a mystery to me, but a welcomed one.

Aaaaah It's glorious. It's the best feeling in my whole life-but to be fair, I haven't lived all that long.

As a chainsaw, it's all I know-ripping and tearing.