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Through the mask he could see her clearly. The fear and tears in her eyes. His sadistic nature kicking in as he thought about how delightful she looked in the moonlight. The blood from earlier injuries smeared and shimmering upon her skin. 

Without much leave of sense, time or hesitation he lunged forward at her and dug the blade of his knife deep and purposfully into her stomach. He wasn’t going to kille her like the rest. No. She deserved something a little more… Cruel.

Twisting the blade, he looked her dead in the eye and didn’t falter as blood gushed and splattered upon his bandage wrapped hand. The blood staining the somewhat grey cloth a deep maroon as he let her drentch him. 

This feeling, this satisfaction of driving something so sharp into someone so soft, was enthrawling.Frank almost lost himself in his bloodlust. His mind already volitile was loosing it’self further as he dug the knife deeper and deeper into her before removing it and stabbing her twice more.

His other hand, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her forward into what would look like an embrace. But was more so an act of balance. Not wanting her to fall until he had finished spilling her insides onto the grass below. 

After so long and with such a quiet hush over the trial. He finally let her go and fall to the ground.Grumbling softly as he left her there.