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Will cut open the man’s face, gliding the hunting knife through the soft skin that holds his jaw together. Rubies, much like those of pomegranate seeds, seeped from the skin and onto the knife, drenching his forearms with the colour. Stradling him to have an easy way to crave his face. Having decided the cuts were deep enough, he pulled the jaw away from the skull. Blood gushed, seeping down towards his trousers. The face was awful, indescribable. Similar to the marred state of road kill, or the prey of a vulture. Pulled apart and crimson, brightly coloured blood staining the world.
This was his design.