Amey

Standing behind his trembling figure, our bodies pressed together. Clutching the wrist of his dominant hand — a preventive measure on your part. You didn't want him to chicken out. You wanted him to do this. You needed this.

He's hesitant, but he obediently keeps his palm open, waiting so sweetly for the weapon you had chosen. You would've given him the knife by now but God... He just looks so pretty like this. He's nervous with a special sort of anxiety that only murderers would recognize. That only the depraved would be familiar with. It was almost a type of impatience.

Placing a glinting S-curve blade into his open palm with your unoccupied hand — a gorgeous knife for a gorgeous boy.

Letting your fingers come to wrap around his wrist, your nails digging into his skin on impulse as you lead his body forward, his knees hitting the back of the soon-to-be dead girl's chair. There was a small piece of white fabric wrapped around the top of her head, looking almost like a bandage. Her mouth was taped shut with a piece of gray duct tape — that was her fucking fault. The bitch wouldn't shut up. She was freaking out in your trunk on the way to the shack... Yes, all of this elaborate effort was just a preventive measure. You didn't want your sweet little student to lose his cool. He needed this. You needed this.

His head turning, eyes coming to gaze at you. God, the way he stares at you like a lost dog you fed maybe once or twice... Entirely devoted over so little. He's entirely lost in your face and there you are... leading his arm by the wrist, positioning the blade on her unmarked neck. Now your victim is really panicking, muffled sounds coming from the duct tape — she's smart, though. Or maybe just frightened; she's as still as can be though the muffled screaming persists. Perhaps she understood that this was her destiny and the blade would only serve to cut her throat less mercifully if she kept thrashing about.

You watched me kill it. I used a different method than usual, using blunt force to the head to minimize blood loss. As soon as its pulse is truly gone, I take a scalpel and slice down the abdomen, all the way to the pelvic area, before breaking the ribs and pulling everything open. I cut slits into the flesh to make things sit flatter. Then I remove some of the.. less-desirable organs (ex: don't personally want the gallbladder to pop and get bile everywhere).

Its hard to make things out, since all of the blood was still in the body until I made that first slice. I push you towards the table, telling you to get on top. Forcing you to. The body is still warm, but you can tell it won't be for much longer. The coagulating blood is spilling onto the floor, its slippery and making getting into position nearly impossible. You feel nauseous watching me get my box of tools and toys.