He hangs from above by suspended chains. I don't gag my prey it's more fun that way. He is coming to as I enter the room. The floor is stained red beneath him, and the tools I use across him. The smell of death invites me and wants me to start. I grab a small knife to make my first cut. He begs me not to but I start anyway. J-A-S-O-N five letters I craved into his body forever by his death dealer. I turn and grab a bigger knife, a quick slash across his legs, arms, chest, and face. The copper smell of his blood hits my senses. On my hands and the beautiful sound it makes as it hits the floor. He begs and cries and I tell him to scream loudly. He does and I finish my little game. His warm blood begins to slide down my throat fusing with mine. His still warm heart enters my mouth. I begin to bite down and blood spurts out and runs down my chin. The rest is no good I will bleed him dry like the boy before him. Who now lives within me like so many others just like him.