22. Knife
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
Len grins maliciously down at his victim, feeling the lifeblood of their tattered body coat his hands. Another piece cut off, how lovely.
Schlick. Schlick.
Tiny, tiny pieces is what he wants… It can't be any other way. His knife comes down again, effectively severing another chunk.
Sniffling suddenly, Len's eyes begin to tear up as he eyes his victim. Ugh. The scent is so disgusting. He can bear it, though. It's nothing compared to the almost euphoric feeling he gets from chopping up piece after piece.
Schlick. Schlick.
Rin appears in the doorway, and her eyes widen as she takes in Len's appearance. Then, she bursts out laughing, doubling over. Len gives her a dubious look as she catches her breath, forcing words through her fits of giggles.
"Len, have I ever told you that you look like an axe murderer when you cut up onions?"
