Harlequin
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[FONT=DejaVu Sans, sans-serif]And Then He Wept[/FONT]
[FONT=DejaVu Sans, sans-serif]The blood was dripping from her limp form, a scarlet puddle forming on the floor. He giggled as he drew the blade across her breasts, splitting the soft, delicate flesh. With a deft movement he opened her torso, reaching in to clutch the warm, soft organs inside.[/FONT]
[FONT=DejaVu Sans, sans-serif]Bored of the sedated woman hanging from a meat hook, he reached up and slit her throat, drowning her in her own blood. Humming to himself loudly, he left her hanging on the meat hook as he turned his attentions to the gagged and bound young woman strapped to his cold metal table.[/FONT]
[FONT=DejaVu Sans, sans-serif]She was naked except for her bindings, and he felt glee at seeing the abject horror in her eyes. He paused when he reached her body and turned again, reaching for a scalpel. [/FONT]
[FONT=DejaVu Sans, sans-serif]He ran it against her cheeks, forcing the skin to break. Blood spewed forth from her wounds and he leaned down to lick it from her face. She was screaming by then, but the sounds were blocked by her gag. Her eyes were screwed shut as she screamed. He held her tight and cut her eyelids off; he liked to see his victims' eyes as he tortured them. Blood rushed from the cut skin, bathing her eyes. [/FONT]
[FONT=DejaVu Sans, sans-serif]Almost tenderly he brought the slivers of skin to his mouth, and like a frog his tongue shot out to grab them. He sucked them dry and swallowed them, all the while tracing his scalpel across the woman's breasts in a figure eight. [/FONT]
[FONT=DejaVu Sans, sans-serif]The heat from the fluorescent lamps was making him sweat, so he left his plaything to her agony for a moment and turned the lamps away from him. With a wide, toothy grin he turned his attentions back to the woman who had, by that point, fallen unconscious.[/FONT]
[FONT=DejaVu Sans, sans-serif]It was no matter to bring her back to consciousness, and he did so before returning to his cutting. He liked watching the blood inch down her breasts and torso, pooling where her stomach was flat and dripping down the sides.[/FONT]
[FONT=DejaVu Sans, sans-serif]With a manic fervour he set about cutting into her body, ripping flesh from her bones and sucking it dry. With a thumb he poked her eye out, blood covering his hand. She was struggling to get free of her bonds but they were too tight. Having had enough, he snapped her neck and let her lie limp on the table, blood pouring from the many wounds he had inflicted.[/FONT]
[FONT=DejaVu Sans, sans-serif]He spent some time licking and drinking the blood from her body, his labcoat soaked in her blood. He had a fresh coat for each victim because he liked seeing his white coat splattered with virgin blood, eventually becoming deep red as the young women died. [/FONT]
[FONT=DejaVu Sans, sans-serif]And suddenly, he woke. There was another body in his cellar and more clothes to burn. He wept.[/FONT]
