"I didn't do it, I swear," thick oily crimson hued liquid streamed down the scarred silhouette's countenance. Acidic bile was tearing away at his stomach lining as well as the embedded stitching that laid upon his face throbbed every few seconds. With every pull he made to remove each stitch, a thought crumbled away as he spoke to himself in melancholia harmonize. "You'd think I lose everyone...? For one petty mistake...?" Another stitch brought down into the sombre foundation; his sardonic aspirations resulting the sadist to hallucinate, conjuring visual images in his intellect. "Dissection is a scientific practice, to see how things look on the inside rather than out. For me, it has become a exhilarating habit." Third stitch gone. "For others, it makes them terrified of going into my den and asking for something, or even talking to me." A horrific grin plastered across his lip lining, jaw bones heightening; pearly white dentals glistening as the smirk got wider. Cobalt hued visionaries began to gloom, audio and the same specific images rewind in his cynical mind. Tilting his thick apex to the left, one single bone pop filled the lonely atmosphere; leaving the perplexed male letting out a satisfied, pleased, blithe sigh. One more stitch. It made its way through the pessimist's skin barrier, another thought of his was a clean slate.