Blood
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.
