"My my, darling. You are just full of surprises, aren't you?"

His voice holds mischief as he regards you. There is a spark of something... Darker, hidden behind those blood-red eyes.

He approaches you with slow, elegant steps. He's in no hurry to get to you, entirely too entranced by the gruesome visual that is you, bathed in crimson, sobbing pitifully as you desperately try to put back together the poor creature that you've so viciously torn apart.

There's no fixing it.