The Crimson Hour

(A/N: First work I will publish here in a very long time. Enjoy)

I had heard them many times before. They said that I was sadistic and insane. Some even mentioned that I was psychotic, but I did not care. I did what I did to serve my master. Yes, I was forever loyal to him, but though I served him almost everyday, I still enjoyed what I did. It was bliss for me seeing how they bled as I pierced them with my weapon in hand. It always excited me to the bones when my master provided me with the next victim. And now here she was, lying unconsciously and pinned down hands and feet on her death bed. Her eyes were open, unmoving, and her breathing was very light.

"Don't worry," I whispered to her. "This won't hurt one bit…"

I grasped the metal blade in my hand, and she looked at me with eyes that seemed void of expression. I knew she heard me, and I read the frightened reply in her jet black eyes. Many said that I was smiling maliciously when I lowered the blade to her soft, moistened skin. I traced her bosom lightly with the blade, and moved it down to her belly. For a moment, I thought I saw her flinch, but I ignored it, for it was nearly time to begin.

Looking up to my master, I anticipated eagerly for his instructions. My tools were ready; the scissors, sharpened, and a new scalpel in hand. All the others were unnecessary. All I needed were my gloved hands and anything sharp enough to cut through paper with a light touch. My victim was pinned down well; she had no chance of escape this time. I delighted at her immobility. And then my master spoke: "Begin."

I gazed at my victim with enthusiasm and, as many had said, with a tone of malice. Her breathing was irregular. Perhaps she knew that it was time, but it did not matter. There was nothing she could do now. I picked up the scissors, pulled up her skin, and pierced her with the blade, cutting down from her bosom to her belly, ecstatic as I did. I exposed her soft, pink muscles underneath, and oh, how I longed to break through her fleshy barrier. I continued to cut off her skin until most of her flesh was uncovered. Then it was time for the real pleasure. I replaced the scissors with the scalpel and pierced her flesh, cutting from the chest down to her belly. Her blood began to stream from an artery that I unintentionally severed. Another mess… Just like always, I thought. But that was the pleasure of it. I continued with her, slicing through anything that needed to be cut, flesh after flesh. Although she sometimes flinched or flexed a muscle, I was unalarmed for she was only as helpless as a little kitten. I followed each and every one of my master's instructions. Blood gushed from every part and every corner of her gut, and my hands were stained with its crimson color. Seeing her insides thrilled me even more, and I continued slashing my way through.

At last, it was time for the best part. I enjoyed this the most; removing the very organ that gave life to any living thing: the heart. I gazed into my victim's eyes, and she gazed back at me with a lifeless expression. Yet, beneath the blood-covered organs, some of which were already severed, her heart was still beating. The only source of her life was still there, thumping in sheer desperation to keep her alive. However, it was in vain… I pulled up her heart, severing the vital artery that held it. It was finished. I clasped her heart in my hand, as it continued to beat relentlessly. I was all the more excited, and as I lowered my scalpel to split her heart open…

"Okay, class, put all of your frogs in the jar and clean up."

I groaned in dismay. The dissection ended earlier than I expected, and just when I was starting to have a lot of fun. I pouted as my Zoology classmates giggled at my disappointment. But no matter, there was always a next time, and when that time comes, perhaps, I will be doing more than just mere frogs.