For some reason I decided to do a little ramble from Frankeh's POV, because every so often, it's fun to think like a psychopath. :D

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Shivers dance across the skin as I eye my subject with what I can only describe as... hunger. I savor the low, gurgling noises of fear; I drink them up, enjoying the taste of sheer fright.

The skin gives little resistance against the surgical knife. Beautiful ruby liquid trickles forth, the flow increasing as I press harder, plunge deeper. The subject writhes, sounds of agony escaping its mouth.

Inside the body, my hands encounter luxurious wet warmth. The sensation is unlike anything else; no other feeling in the world can compare to this.

What... have I become? What is this... madness... taking over me? Why is it that, as I grasp and knead the subject's innards, basking in the symphony of screams, I feel so liberated?

Who... am I?

... I've forgotten.

The dissection has consumed me... The blood is all I know. Trickling, pooling, dripping from my fingers, my mouth.

I fear it. The monster. The thing inside me. And yet, at the same time... I do so love the insanity.

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... there is something seriously wrong with me. I'm going to channel Crona now and sit in my corner wearing my fashionable white jacket that makes me hug myself all day long.