Subject #4
Waking up with a start, the female Killjoy's eyes shot open and assessed her surroundings. White room, one single bright light in the centre of the ceiling. She looked down at her body and found herself to be lying on an operating table with all four of her limbs shackled to it. She struggled to escape and began to panic as she couldn't get out of the shackles.
"Hush, now…" cooed a cold, unfamiliar voice. "Don't make this harder for us both." Korse came into the Killjoy's line of sight. She turned her head away so as to not make eye contact with him.
"Now that's just rude. Looks like I have to teach you a lesson." Korse grinned and held up a sharp, pointed blade before the Killjoy's eyes. She gulped and turned her head the other way, her heart starting to pick up its pace.
Korse giggled and lowered the blade to the Killjoy's thigh. Once she felt the cold metal against her bare skin she winced. He pressed the blade harder against her skin, piercing it, earning a pained cry from the Killjoy. Then, he slowly dragged the blade down her thigh and to her knee, earning even more pained screams. He lifted the blade and watched as the deep crimson flowed from her pale thigh, like a child admiring a shiny new toy.
He then went along slicing small, shallow cuts into her arms and face, all the while, the Killjoy was crying and screaming; and bigger, deeper incisions on her legs and abdomen. The pain was so excruciating that the Killjoy's screams became deafening. This delighted Korse and he grinned, showing his small, yellow teeth behind his thin, pale lips.
Once the Killjoy was all cut up, Korse stood back to admire his work. The incisions he made on her looked almost like an ornate, crimson design covering her whole body. Her blood was soaking her shirt and shorts.
The Killjoy's skin became awfully pale and her lips turned blue. Her blood was now dripping over the edge of the operating table and the tears rolling away from her eyes mixed with the blood on her face.
She grew weaker and weaker, her breathing becoming shallower by the second. Korse smirked as the Killjoy took her last breath and went limp…