His hands were bounded above his head and his feet were bounded to the floor. All he could see was drops of blood hitting the floor. Straight in front of him was a camera. They wanted to recorded his suffering. Another sharp pain was created and meddled in with the throbbing.
It was too much suffering. Another stab in the back that was so strong, blood splattered out of his mouth. Not enough though because he began choking on the liquid. The coughs he did only made more blood come out. "What's the matter Mike? Does it hurt?" The voice teased. Another stab on his side. The man came around to the front and smirked at his victim. He placed a hand on Michael's chest. "What if I stab your lungs? I've heard you can drown in your own blood. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
The man adjusted the knife over the chest. Slowly he priced it in and pulled it back out. Then with all his strength, he shot it back into the chest. The liquid poured out of the wound, blood leaked from the victim's mouth again. The man smiled sadistically. Mikes emerald eyes were fluttering as they struggled to stay open. His breathing was choppy and had blood leaking from his nose.
The man knew his victim wasn't going to last much longer. Death was going to greet him soon. So he stood and went back behind Michael. He shoved his head down and prepared a spot above the nape of the neck. "Goodbye Mikey." He whispered as he dove the blade into the skull. He repeated this motion over and over until Mike went completely limp. "You were always so weak." The murderer stated as he stared at the body. "I'm sorry I killed you."