random gore writing test
Jeramy flicked around only to see his pursuer, his shock only tripled after a he felt the blade of the buck 120 swiftly slit his throat. Blood poured from the wound and he choked on the crimson red liquid, he tried to hold his wound but that was cut short as the masked killer stabbed him in the chest with the knife so, many, times. Each stab drawing more blood and pain, each jab of the cold metal object just making his nervous system flare up and sent waves of pain into his brain, the knife that was used was now soaked in a red, shiny, liquid. Each puncture making the blood on the reflective blade build up and get thicker and thicker.
Jeramy fell to the dirt ground, his blood soaking the grass in a warm red taint. He was gurgling his own blood as he looked up at the killer, the last thing he saw through his burly vision was the black eyed, ghostly, pale white, mask. Its natural pale color was overwritten by jeramys blood. Jeramy shut his eyes, and the last thing he heard was the sound of a fabric glove wiping the thick layers of blood off of the same knife used to slaughter his last victim for the night.
the figure only started walking away, when Jeremy stopped twitching.