Dim candlelight casted shadows over every irregularity in the stone walls, flickering and fading in and out, as the tiny flames danced along to the rhythmic chants emitting from a
small radio in the corner of the room. A trap door on the ceiling swung open, and a pregnant woman fell straight down onto the cold, damp floor. Her hands were tied, and a
blindfold squeezed tightly around her eyes. Black boots emerged from the entryway, followed by ragged blue jeans as the man carefully descended the ladder. A privilege he did
not grant this foul whore. The man closed the trap door above him, then pulled down his skull mask; The smell of candlewax and creekwater filled his nostrils, and soon blood
would accompany those scents. The woman, a freckly white specimine, had been shopping with her negro partner and their mulatto children. Evidenced by her round belly, another
mongrel swine was on it's way out of this filthy sow. The man looked down at her in disgust, and grabbed her by the hair. She spat blood from her mouth, as the hard landing caused
her to bite the tip of her tongue clean off, and pleaded in a lispy voice:

"No, please! Don't touch me! I don't know what I did! I have a bab-" Her cries for mercy were interrupted by a swift kick to the teeth, several of them shattering from the impact of the
steel toe. She let out a feeble moan, and choked back tears as even more blood filled her mouth. The flesh covering her knees was scraped to nothing as she was forcefully dragged
across the cellar floor. A horizontal metal bar of about two inches in diameter spanned the wall, set about four inches away so that there was room to tie rope around it's circumference.
Rope was not going to be used, though. The Adept grabbed a fistfull of her hair at her scalp, and slid another hand up the length of hair to the end. He then tied the ponytail to the bar.
He walked across the room to his desk, yanking open the drawer and pulling out a Ramset, which he loaded with a .22lr blank and a nail. The noise of him rustling about for his tools
sent fear through the woman, and her breathing began to speed up. The Adept grabbed a second three inch nail and .22lr blank, then returned to the woman. Without warning, he
gripped her wrist in his right hand and forced it against the stone wall, and stuck the Ramset to her palm. A loud, ear-ringing pop and a puff of smoke was followed by a shrill scream
as the Pig's hand became secured to the rocky material.

"Oh god, why? Why?" The Pig whimpered in between gurgles, which the Adept ignored, only giving a slight smile as he fired another nail into her other palm. She screamed again,
this time with even more intensity. Her stomach tightening up into knots from the excruciating pain. The Adept looked down at her pregnant belly, then at the Ramset, and an idea
came to be in his creative mind. Once again he returned to his desk, and pulled out another three inch nail, but this time he also received his grinding wheel. He plugged it into the
wall and flipped the switch, causing the coarse wheels to pick up speed. Using the grinding wheels, he removed the head of the nail so it became a narrow spike, and he decided
to craft a few more of these projectiles upon inspection. Now that he had the materials, it was time to act on his idea. He loaded a .22lr blank into the ramset, dropped the spike
down the barrel, and pressed it into her pregnant belly. With a pop, the nail disappeared into her abdomen. Vomit spewed from the Pig's mouth, pushing out the blood that already
resided there as the Adept continued to fire the spikes he had fabricated into her unborn Babylonian abomination. Six nails were fired in total, and he was certain the baby was
dead. This brought a smile to his face, which grew into a toothy grin as the woman's whimpering and vomiting turned into a seemingly continuous screeching. The Adept pulled out
a bluetooth remote, turning up the "Agios O Lucifer" occult chant that was playing. He didn't like when his victims screamed over his music.

Our Adept pulled a Fairbairn-Sykes style combat knife from beneath his coat, and jabbed the tip into the left side of his victim's pregnant belly, cutting from one set of ribs to the next.
As the blade cut across her abdomen, beneath her bellybutton, a curtain of blood draped out from the wound. His victim had gone unconscious, which was most disappointing.
He made a second cut from the belly button, all the way up to her breasts, and used the blade to peel back the flaps of meat to reveal the unborn child within her womb. He violently
stabbed the womb with the knife, destroying the baby's frail nigger body, and ripped it's now-aborted fetus it's mother. He cut the head from the niglet and stuck it on the tip of his
knife, then poured a cold bottle of water on the woman's head. Shocked, her eyes opened to see the decapitated head of her fetus, and they immediately went wide with terror.
Tears dripped down her cheeks, and as she opened her mouth to beg once more, the Adept crammed a fistfull of her baby's meat into her mouth. He placed a powerful hand atop her
lips so that she was unable to spit it out, then plugged her nose with his other. She writhed, trying fruitlessly to resist in her crucified state, and eventually she was forced to swallow the
niglet chunks or suffocate.

The Adept stood up and looked down upon his victim, before driving his boot repeatedly into her face. Her skull deflated underneath his tread as the violent barrage of kicks caused her
head to lose form. He picked his knife back up and pressed it into her hairline on her forehead, then forced the weight of her body downward by the shoulder to create tension. With a
sawing motion, he scalped the race traitor. She had died at some point during the facial stomping he supposed. The Adept retrieved a large, black contractor bag and threw the bits of
baby and the woman's body into it, leaving only the two severed heads, which he would use to attempt to open a nexion. This had been a good sacrifice, but the only concern he had
now was whom he wanted to kill next.