“All right,” Dalie stepped toward the counter where Krystal now laid, ignoring the fact that his boot slightly slid in the pool of blood left on the floor. He set the jar down close by then lifted her shirt to expose her stomach. Without warning, shoved the knife into the opposite side of her hips. Pausing a moment to gauge Krystal’s reaction response, Dalie continued his gesture, pulling the knife toward himself then pulling it out when he felt there was enough of a cut. He set the knife down atop Krystal, it didn’t matter if she took it suddenly and stabbed him with it, he was used to being stabbed. He slid his blood-stained hand over the curve of her hip, his fingers vanishing into the cut he just made. With a slow twist of his hand, he found the second organ and pulled it out, intentionally slow to enhance the pain from the removal. Blood dripped from his hand as he transferred the small organ into the jar. Instead of adding some silly rant, Dalie stayed silent for a lingering moment, eyes scanning Krystal as though he was attempting to read her vitals.
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