The brunette slept soundly, not a noise escaping her lips. Hovering above her was a male figure just as quiet as the young woman, but menacing and deadly. The man took the unused pillow on the other side of her double bed and instantly pressed it down into her face with the force of adrenaline put to ill use. At first the woman continued to sleep, but moments later the man that had chosen to straddle his victim could feel her start to squirm beneath him. He felt her head move underneath the pillow, trying to shake free of the might pushing down on her; the assailant put more pressure on the woman’s face, keeping her body restrained under his so as not to allow her any chance of escape. When the writhing of the woman ceased, the man waited another few minutes in that position to bring her sweetly into death, then stood up, gazing down at her limp, warm corpse.   

A large hand the face of the brunette as another one brought a knife to her cheek. The softness of her skin compelled the man to dig his fingernails into her, the squishiness of the flesh beneath bringing a smile to the man’s face. He so badly wanted to see inside of her. The knife was used to slit the wrists of his prey so that he was able to draw his tell-tale mark upon the face of the woman, but this time he later traced the lines of blood across her features with the knife, splitting open the surface. With some extra fiddling with the blade the murderer was able to cut away floppy triangles of skin still attached to the edges of her face, but opening up her innermost layers to him.

Red stained the world around the two figures. She had embraced him as the taker of her life but he was not satisfied. He had made her open up to him, he had seen her secrets but why did she not make him content? Frustration overtook the man and