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He was shaking. I loved to see him, enclosed by terror, enclosed by horror. He knew he was done for. 'Anything to say, Jeffy?' I cooed. 'Just do it. Kill me and get it over with...' Oh it felt so good to listen to his helpless pleading. His permanent smile expressed my feelings while it did his own no justice. After an extended period of his begging me to end it, I thrust the blade down.

I kept the blade poised and ready, gripping it in my fist. And suddenly I spotted a shoe. Just the toe end of a shoe, but it was his. He knew I'd found him. A killer has instincts, and his told him to pull his foot closer. I waited silently. Not moving. Not breathing. The leaves around his feet rustled ever so slightly, and when they did, I swung the knife around to catch him. The blade wedged into the bark and the poor, defenceless killer fell on the ground. His breathing was far more panicked now, and rightfully so. His fate was about to be sealed. Jeff tried getting to his feet, but I swung my foot up and caught him in the face. Again he