The dagger slid in with ease, the flesh falling to the side - as if someone were simply unzipping it - as he drug the blade up the smooth expanse of skin. He met resistance when the knife lodged itself in a rib bone and with smooth grace, he ripped his weapon free of the gore.
With hungry eyes pinned to his victim, he ran the steel over his tongue, tasting the tang and copper bitterness of Tweek's draining life.
For a heart-stopping moment, Craig was filled with grief as his eyes met the other's face.
But that was only a moment.