His loud, slow and deep footsteps can be heard as you lay on the operating table, knowing that's it's your end. You were scared, you were showering in fear.. He walked to you and grinned mischieviously.

"Are you ready.. for your surgery?"

He said, his voice was cold. He took a knife to the surgery, but something stopped him. His grin faltered. Cioccolata felt himself have a little headache, as he felt the urge to let you go. He didn't wanted you to die.. He was fighting with himself.