Chains

Prologue

As the screams of a man echoed down the empty hallway, a wooden door opened and a feminine figure came out of a room while dragging a headless body. In the far corner of the hallway, something was moving in the shadows. She dragged the headless body towards the corner while holding a pocket knife in her other hand. She didn't dare to hide or run. She does not run from danger. Danger runs from her. As she got closer, a gunshot was heard. She then felt something wet coming down her cheek. Smiling evilly, she looked down at the person who shot the bullet at her and dropped the headless body. She kneeled, dragged her pocket knife against the soft skin of the male, who sat there, shaking in fear. Tears running down his face, he begged to be let free. The female murderer chuckled. "Poor boy. But begging won't save you." As the pocket knife opened his skin, she inserted it in. The male screamed in pain as she kept inserting the pocket knife deeper and deeper, blood trickling down his neck. She pulled out the knife and blood immediately squirted everywhere. She stabbed him in the chest multiple times, laughing maniacally while doing so. She got up and stared at the male whom she just killed and took a picture on her polaroid camera.