Bellatrix, or Bella for short eyed the captive in front of her passively. She waited patiently till his dull orbs lifted from his feet to meet her dark ones, not once breaking eye contact as she approached him, bloodied knife held loosely in her right hand. A crooked smile flitted across her full lips as she dug the weapon into his heart without a second thought. A tongue darted out to catch the droplets of blood that flew from the wound, desperately trying to escape from his wretched body. 

"Well done. One down, a load more to go."

Park Chanyeol groaned, grabbing the dead man's tangle of hair and dragging him to the corner of the basement. Bella watched him grumble under his breath before exiting the room, not wanting to witness the gangly male fillet the skin off the corpse. Climbing up the flight of stairs, she entered the meeting room silently, hazel orbs landing on the stressed out team leader as the rest of the convicts ignored her. Weaving in and out of the small crowd, she halted in front of him and threw a clothed bag at him. 

"What's this?"

Soo Hyuk drawled out, leaning back in disgust as a pungent smell of iron wafted into his nostrils. A pool of crisom red thickness oozed out, tainting the wooden table and drenching the papers underneath it.

"His heart."

She answered monotonously.