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“Beside the panicked thoughts that flit through your brain and cries out in pain, you still maintain a certain composure. I find this about you fascinating and am rather curious as to how this all pans out,” Dalie spoke as he removed the blade from the open and stretched cut. He flicked his hand a little lazily, yet it was enough to force loose blood to flick across Krystal. Yet the gesture wasn’t intended of malice, instead it was intended to summon a vessel to drop the small organ into. Dalie slipped his bloodied fingers holding the organ into the opening of the glass jar and dropped the organ in. “One down, one to go, yes?” Dalie asked as he pushed Krystal into a counter just two feet behind her. “Perhaps you should lay down first.” 

“Yep. Sure you did, like you just randomly carry morphine around.” She reached underneath her bed for the leather belt that was lying there, folded it, and clamped it between her teeth. “Just do it, Dalie.”

“Hope you do not mind a dirty knife. Like I said, that corpse you just tossed aside decided she did not wish for a clean kill. Oh well, all blood looks the same really,” he presses the tip of the unnecessarily large blade right where her hip bone protruded the most then dragged it closer to the middle of her torso, gradually increasing pressure on the blade until it pierced through her skin.

Random Headcanon

Dalie’s attraction to the wolf started because of his viewing of the movie The Thing, 1982 version by movie director John Carpenter.