"Ah, how beautiful.."


A chuckle escaped her pale lips, her head tilted back in ecstasy.
Clothes soaked in liquid crimson as the metallic scent filled her nostrils, toga found
herself feasting in another bloodbath. Her batting lashes and cutesy pleads had reached her
masters ears, who had gifted her with the pleasure to rid of the witness who had lamentably
crossed their path during their usual acts of mischief.


Excruciatingly creative she was, treating each corpse with her own immense perception
of care. After all, to her they were her friends. Pressing her blades into the soft surface of the skin,
she drew on the back of her first chained up victim slowly. Cuts so deep her favorite color started spouting out,
 creating a pool of blood on the cold tile floor beneath him. This was the beauty she had
 sought and the adrenaline she fed on. Blem on the feeling of psychopathy,
this was how toga expressed herself best.


"My dear friend, you're so cute and so hopeless.
So delicate to cut as I carve my love into you. Do you feel it?"


Sockets expanded in horror, "Stop it! Please! I won't tell, I saw nothing! I promise."


One of the many things she loved was their agonized attempts to negotiate.
They'd squirm and cry underneath her knife, begging for their pitiful lives. Although she
didn't quite understand their fear. She offered a death so slow and meaningful, breaking out their souls from the cruel
world they lived in.  She felt betrayed they didn't see the beauty of it. Every gut she cut open,
every eye she ripped out of it's sockets, every limb she dismembered, and every gash she creatively
left behind on their canvas skin was all in the name of affection and artistry.


But it wasn't enough. It never was.
Even if she went from one victim to another, it was never enough to quench her rapid thirst.
Every body that she toyed with and milked out until their skin turned grey and irises rolled so far back they
 weren't present always ended up leaving her disappointment. She wanted more.
Every cell inside her would fire up and scream for more, it would itch and she'd grow inpatient all the while
she fantasized about her next friend. The frustration torturing her was what she both loved and hated.


"You won't get away with this. If you're not judged and punished in this world,
bet that you'll be tortured to the brim in hell!"


The man beneath her went red haze, causing annoying laughter to irrupt from the blonde girl.
She knew her sins like the back of her hand but none of them fazed her. In fact, she hoped
the devil would coat her in blood as red as it's skin.


"I love that idea! What a heartfelt blessing to give.
Let's leave your last words at that, okay?"


Cheeks flushed, Toga climbed on said man's lap. Leaning forward she ran her bloody knife
past his face, moving to his neck and further down until she paused at his chest.
Tip pointed against his skin, accurately above his primal muscle, she tilted her head in curiosity.


"Hmm.. I wonder, what should I pierce first? Your heart, your throat, or your eyes.. or
should I cut off your limbs and watch you bleed to death?"


Breathing heavily, Toga pressed her thighs closer together. Her uncontrollable excitement slowly translating into
a horrid expression. Grin so wide her teeth became visible, which alone made the man wish he could descent
already.


"Ah, I'm so pumped, I can't choose! I'd have asked you for advice my cute friend but how
could a corpse speak! You know..  I really should just do all!"


A battle cry was all that was heard before the man was known to be dismembered to the very last bit.
Out of love, She cooed sweet nothings into his ear before she dismissed herself. However, her euphoric mood
disappeared the second she closed the attic door behind her, stating that the ecstasy  rush she had already
 left existence along with the man.