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Send 💀 to walk in on my muse killing someone.
Bill stood over the bloodied man, the man struggling to breath as he desperately tried to crawl away from the mad man. That is until a boot is stomped upon his leg, causing him to let out a short, pain filled yell, trying to move his leg but finds himself far too weak to properly do so.
Bill looked down upon him, a twisted smile placed upon his lips as he moved his fingers ever so slightly upon the handle of the knife within his gloved grasp, blood dripping from it’s silver blade as he raised it once more.
“N..no..ple…ase…do..don’t…!”
The man struggled to say this, as soft as it was it was audible to those within the room.
The blade was ready to meet the man’s flesh once more and it did, right into the shoulder, causing a muffled scream to leave the man as he placed a bloodied hand upon Bill’s arm, gripping tightly at the cloth upon his arm as he tried to pull his arm away, but finds himself unable to.










