I don’t bother removing his pants. I just raise my knife and stab it into his pelvis, crimson instantly staining his soiled khakis. I keep stabbing until his entire groin area is ravaged, and I’m panting. Now, he really is seconds away from blacking out, so I grab him by the hair, force his eyes onto mine, and shove my blade straight through his throat. His eyes widen in disbelief as he begins to choke, crimson pouring from the wound and down the front of his shirt. I lean in, as close to his face as possible, ensuring I’m the last fucking thing he sees.
