You stand in the middle of the party.

The people around are still, terror glued to their still faces.

Pools of blood are all around, covering your hands.

You smile with delight as you breath in the sweet smell of death.

Their screams still ring in your ears.

Such a beautiful sound for you.

But now everyone is done playing.

You hold the knife tight as you began to feast.

The death and blood never more so delicious.

What a party!