Your skin smooth yet rough, easily cut through by my silver blade. These knives an odd shape, lock you into your unwanted fate. The ripping sound is clear as day through this cold, damp room- your screams a merciless melody. You caress me, as if giving into this destiny of yours. A sudden realization must cross you as I plunge the sharp knife into your eye socket, digging beneath it and allowing the organ of sight to break off, tumbling down your cheek with a satisfying 'pop' noise. A shriek rips through your larynx, sending a chill of excitement throughout my body, penetrating my heartless core causing me to laugh in a nearly sensual way. The sensation is nearly enough to send me into that chaotic sense of beauty, carving your body into something Greek gods would be jealous of- slicing your throat and proceeding to hang you from wires, a toy of my own enjoyment. I can feel the blood rushing to my finger tips- anticipating in slashing your beautiful pale flesh to bits and pieces, the chunks flying across the room, crimson liquids painting the cement walls and bringing them to life. Returning my attention to the reality in which sits before me, I can only grin to the point of my cheeks ripping, the corners of my mouth dripping with blood. Your arms from the struggle, have begun to tear open and bleed against the wires that hold you firmly in place against the wall. The wet sound of blood gushing and rubbing back and forth on the wires was like a melodic beat. If only I could relive that scenery again, killing that disgusting waste of space... I ram a new, clean blade into your other eye, depriving you of sight entirely. Liquid gushes out, splashing across my face. This is nothing new, and I continue to carve sweet marks into your body- your arms, interesting designs galore. Your stomach, a perfect mess of blood. Sliding your torn shirt up, I can not see your wounds; only the clumping dark coloured blood surfacing, flooding your skin and dripping down your legs, to the floor. "Who am I..?" I ask, a twisted grin present in my insanity. You do not respond. Are you dying, I can only wonder as I lift a fan of blades in one hand, and pull various wires in the other. Everything tied around your flesh tightens, cutting through and ripping your body apart. My lips quiver, my head tilts to reveal red, lusty eyes.
"I am the Ripper."
A/N:
Well, this is the first time I've ever done something short like this. Let me know if you like it~!