The search for a murderer. A long slumber. A blonde haired girl. Beautiful blood. You look down, a person laying right in front of you. They're bound to the floor. You kneel down, getting closer. The feeling of a knife slicing through flesh cleanly, the warmth of the blood coating your hand, screams and pleas of mercy being sung out. Sweet sweet music to your ears. You hum, thinking about what you should tear out next, what wont kill them or knock them out. What would cause them to hurt the most, you wonder. You pull out a set of surgical tools and start to work. You can't move. You can't even turn your head. Something burns. You spasm, trying to escape, only straining yourself in the process. You slowly lose control of your body. A long slice to your abdomen. A hand feeling around inside your body. The sensation of your long intestine being grabbed and ripped out, pulled violently, like a long, wet, slimy cord. The taste of iron in your mouth, and a tingling sensation stings your throat as you puke, the acid from your stomach mixed with the blood that wont stop gushing inside. Your gag reflex activating constantly, expelling more and more blood each time. A syringe thrust into your body, injecting a liquid which wakes you up as you start to fall asleep. The feeling when you beg for death, and spray blood from your throat as you try to speak, choking on it. Watching it all happen, with someone smiling above you, humming as they hurt you more.