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Red reflected off the knife's blade; the sound faded, leaving only a faint ringing in his ears.
It was red, such a beautiful colour, along the walls and floor. Even the lights were turned down, red as well. He really set the mood well.
The knife was quickly retrieved, sliding out with a sickening squelching noise that only seemed like a musical, almost marvellous thing.
He shouldn't be enjoying this so much, yes, that much is known, nothing else gave him as much joy as this act. Although irreversible, it was exhilarating.
Now, he should leave, the keyword there is should. Doesn't mean he will.
So, slowly, quite unlike the act just committed by this monster, the weight was lifted into his arms in a standing position, limp, yet arranged.
Warm red slicked his fingers, but he guided the body across the concrete flooring as he moved gracefully, holding the man’s cold hand on his own shoulder.
No.