Approaching the trembling figure, she starts singing softly.
"Mama, just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead."
They start to beg, blubbering as sobs rack through their body.
A bloody knife comes down onto their exposed stomach and slashes a deep cut into the skin. They scream in agony.
Her soft singing echoes through the concrete room. Her face has a large grin stretched on it as the knife ends their life.
She stands in the puddle of blood, her giggles echoing from the walls as she looks to the ceiling, delighted.
I have decided on an update schedule: I'll be posting a story every second day. If I don't manage, it probably means that I can't think of anything or don't have the time to write.
