Bloodlust.

Slaughter (Killer)

The camera started rolling, the beeping sound of it starting up, standing upon a pile of wooden crates. The concrete walls and floor covered in multiple red and brown stains, the ceiling lined with massive hooks for holding up pigs for slaughter. To her, the man hanging upside down, hands tied tightly with pieces of white cloth, along with the cloth being stuffed in the man's mouth, his head being red and full of blood from the hanging, like a balloon ready to pop, was not a man nor a human, but a beast that needs to be stopped. 

The woman stepped into the frame, the sound of her high-top converse shoes echoing throughout the small room. The woman, standing at 5'5, wearing black ripped jeans exposing her fair pinkish skin and a black belt, the rips showing her black tights, and a solid black shirt tucked into her jeans. Her face shielded with, again, a white, glass animal mask. A good shielding her hair from view Her neatly treated hand holding a sharp and twisted dagger.

"Hello anyone watching this. If you found this, you probably found the body by now too. This man is named Eric Thompson. He works as a shelf stocker for our local grocery store. He has sexually assaulted and sexually harassed his fellow co-workers. Not only that but, he was caught on camera grabbing a hound woman, aged only 17. This pig was let off with only a slap on the wrist. He was let back into his job a week later. My last straw with this pig was when it attempted rape on the same 17-year-old. He's a disgusting pig and deserves to be treated like one."

She walked over to the man and pulled the cloth from his mouth. He was a heavy-set man,  wearing a stained and torn white tank top, the tears showing his scar near his stomach. He wore baggy light blue jeans with the knees on them having torn holes. His glasses were crooked and cracked. The shock in his eyes could haunt anyone who looks into them.

"Have anything you want to say? To the police? Your co-workers? Your family? The poor woman you attempted to rape, pig?!" Her words got louder and sharper, spit flying from her mouth, "You are a disgusting excuse for a man, not even close to being one! No wonder everyone leaves you, you're fucking disgusting." The words almost stabbing into her victim, tears rolling down its face, screaming for her to stop.

All that came out of his mouth was pleading and screaming, the yelling echoing through the room, bouncing off every corner, and spit foaming from its mouth. She stuffed his mouth again with the saliva-soaked cloth, his screams becoming muffled.

"I guess not." Her still words rolled off her tongue with a slight taste of annoyance and our anger.

She stood over him, looking down at it with a look that seemed to almost be pity.  She then, out of the blue, stabbed his throat, having to push the rest of the dagger in with her other hand. Then went and dragged it across, using both of her hands to get it to the opposite side. The cut was choppy, and his throat looked almost as if it was torn open. She stepped back, laughing in disbelief, she didn't know it was felt this good. Each slice felt like an overwhelming ecstasy, The dark, red, thick liquid running down his face, soaking into the now red cloth in the man's mouth. The gurgling from his throat causing bubbles to form and pop, the cloth seeping out his mouth as it was losing his senses. His worthless origin began raining over his face, blocking his airways as he choked on his inners, foaming from the mouth like a rabid beast. The blood getting into its eyes, making the whites of his eyes being overwhelmed by red fluid, violating his eyesight, turning him into the monster he truly was. His once stiff and tense body was now limp and lifeless like an old stuffed toy, abandoned by its owner.

The woman turning around revealing the front of her clothes soaked in the splatter of fluid from the man's neck. She walked towards the camera with a casual tone, as if she didn't just take the life of a living thing, blocking the man with her slim but built silhouette, only the fading gurgling filling the void. She bent down slowly, looking directly into the camera with her cold, dark yet lively eyes, only inches away from the lens.

Furthermore, she lifted her white, glass cat-like mask to reveal her pink, porcelain lips and her slim, heart-shaped chin, "Men deserve to be held accountable for their actions. If they aren't, we will take matters into our own hands."

She then reached over to the camera and ended the video, the last noise being the dripping of blood, echoing a crossed the empty room as if it were only a leaky faucet.