her skin was delicate, fragile, that old woman skin that appears to be translucent.
the rip the knife caused opened it up like tissue paper. the blood welled for a moment, then poured out with real purpose. this was the delight he found in old ladies.. the scent of their skin, the purity of their cries of fear, the destruction of their being.
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