…Darrius stands to his feet and grips the knife tightly in his bloody hand and lets out a phlegmy grunt before turning his one good eye onto Sybil.
“HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO KILL YOU, TO MAKE SYRE YOU STAY DEAD!” she screams terrified.
“Y-Y-You can’t k-k-kill something t-that was never alive,” he stammers through lips aquiver as he lunges towards her, grabbing a handful of hair as she tries to run away. She kicks and screams, punching and ripping at his hand as she tries to free herself. He pulls her around and grips her tightly against himself, licking the side of her face with his tongue. “Y-Your fear t-taste better e-e-each time I taste it. I-I-I, I want more,” he slurs as he drives the knifes blade into her stomach and laughs hysterically.
She drives her head back, and sending him stumbling backwards, while she staggers forward slowly, gripping her stomach as a large red stain grows beneath her clothes. “Y-Y-You killed me,” she stammers as she looks up into the mutilated face of Darrius, who smiles a twisted smile.
“I haven’t even started to show you death yet!” he says smugly as he licks the knife’s blade…