No One Will Suspect

One huffed with tired glee, blood staining their hands as one stroked their hands against the mess of intestines splatted upon the cold, stone floor. The body wasn’t so far away, one still had to remove the facial features and parts that would reveal the sex of one’s victim, like they had done to them ever since one was young, but no one would ever suspect either way; who would kill their own savior?

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