A petite woman sat there with sticky crimson sap drying in her already crimson hair. She had a fire behind her emerald eyes and a blood painted smile. You could no longer tell what was freckles and what was dried blood. She stares down at her victom and laughs.
"Let's have some fun shall we?"
She grabs a red, hot, knife and drags it across his chest, then smiles at hearing his screams. She grabs some chain and raps it around her hands and punches him over and over in the stomach until you can't tell who's blood was who's.
Grabbing a taser the woman hits him in the neck with it until she smells burning flesh. The red head then lights matches and put them out on his arms. Then flips the table and leaves him hanging upside down so he can choke on his own blood.
The woman then stands at the edge of the window of the attic of her 4 story home. "I'm sorry, my love." And jumps.
