Blood dribbled all over the slack body. Skin was torn. Cuts, slashes and slits littered the form. Nothing moved. Chocolate strands, stained with blood, fell messily around the lightly rounded face, India ink eyes half lidded. He tried to catch his breath desperately, tears of pain misting his eyes. A single sentence escaped bruised, bloody lips before his last breath extinguished.
"You hurt me so good..."
The room was colder than ever.