Expirament 23

Her name is Margaret Silvers. She is barely 18 and just graduated high school, and here she is before my tied to a small white oak chair. She couldn't weigh more than 120 pounds making her an easy target to grab while on her way home from work. She hasn't come to from the sedative I gave her when I took her last night.

I pick up my favorite knife used to cut skin off of animals and I walk over to Margaret and slowly cut into her forearm and she quickly awake from the pain and starts to squirm and here causing the knife to cut deep into her skin gliding across her bone and she screams loudly into the sack cloth wrapped around her head and covering her mouth. The blood is just running like a waterfall from her arm. She will be dead in seconds. Quickly I take a combat knife and jam it through the middle of her throat, giving her a quicker and more meaningful death. No one should have to suffer by accident.

It's a shame she had to die so young in a failed experiment. But someone placed a hit and I delivered. These people pay me over the tiniest of accidents and I get paid to carry out a research I'm not ashamed of. I will find the most perfect and most satisfying way to take someone's life that will bring much pleasure in the ages to come.

Author's Note

Not finished.