Wicked

Wet, oozy blood stained her skirt.

She held her blood-stained knife below her thighs.

She stared at the body hanging from the ceiling and spat at it.

"Son of a bitch- always asking if I'm part of da suicide gang, nah I ain't but I am a killa a killa never to be caught" she laughs wickedly.

She walks up to the body, raised the knife head high and- his arm comes off.

Next his legs.

Then his head.

And she cuts and cuts till all his body parts are flinged of to a different corner in the room.