K/V: Victim
Name: Valeria
Age: 18
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image
Scene: A gladiatrix fights to her death.

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The Romanian dragged the unconscious woman into the room. The room was devoid of objects, except for a chair and a suitcase.
The woman was lifted up and lowered into the chair. The Romanian tied her hands behind her back, and tied her legs to the frame of the chair. He unrolled a strip of duct tape and planted it across her mouth. She groaned, her voice muffled by the tape.

The Romanian dug through the woman's purse. He flipped through her wallet, smiling. Ramona Williams, 25 years old, a native of Williamsburg, VA. A tape recorder and notepad was also found. A journalist. He grimaced, journalists were never his favorite. "Far away from home, aren't you?", he muttered to himself. He turned back towards the girl and sized her up.

She was dressed in a business suit, her pants and shirt were about a size too small, they hugged her voluptious body tightly. Her blonde hair was tied up into a neat ponytail. He walked over and unbuttoned her shirt, exposing a toned midriff. She began to stir. Her blue eyes slowly opened. She looked over at The Romanian, then realized she was was tied up. Her eyes shot wide open, and she began to scream. Or at least, she tried to scream. The tape was doing its job quite effectively.

"Shhhhhh", The Romanian shushed her, like a parent shushing his child. "Its no use screaming or crying. This is an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. No one will pass by, much less get in here." He motioned at the empty room. "Its all concrete, we are buttoned up tight." The man grinned at her, baring his teeth.

Ramona struggled against the restraints, her mind flooded with panic. The Romanian frowned, and slapped her across the cheek. "Please don't make it difficult for me, your fate is already decided."
He opened up the suitcase, and twirled it around so Ramona could see. A row of gleaming blades, each one more twisted looking than the last was inside.

"In my country, they would gut sheep with this one." The Romanian said, picking up a long, curved knife. He gently placed the tip at the bottom of her ribcage. The point indented her pale skin. Ramona didn't dare breath, sweat pouring down her face and chest. She looked at The Romanian, her eyes pleading with him.
He smiled, and pulled the knife down her torso, stopping at her pelvis. Ramona looked down in disbelief as her guts bulged out of the slit. Blood poured down from the wound and began to pool around her feet.

The Romanian placed the knife down, and reached into Ramona.
With a grunt, he widened the slit, allowing the rest of the unfortunate young woman's internal organs to tumble out onto her lap. She moaned in pain and terror. The Romanian took a smaller blade and expertly sliced away, disconnecting her guts from her body. He dumped the pile of viscera into a garbage bag. Ramona's eyes rolled upwards, her mind already slipping.

The Romanian knew the girl was dying fast, and he acted fast. He reached back in, and felt around. Her heart was still beating, although it was slowing down. He squeezed it, earning a gasp from Ramona, who was still conscious. He continued squeezing it, feeling the beat fade away. Ramona's body tensed, and arched its back, her strong legs pulling against its restraints. Finally, her heart went limp. He leaned in close, and heard Ramona's final exhale as she slumped forward. "Americans just don't seem to last as long as the girls in the old country" The Romanian sighed.

He sliced away at her heart, and dropped it into a jar of solution.
With a flourish, he wrote Ramona's name and age on the jar. This would be his 3rd heart in this city. He had a goal of at least 10.

The Romanian went back to the corpse, and began to saw at her neck. With a twist, he wrenched her head around, and pulled it away with a cracking sound. He put it down, and continued dismantling the body. He reached down, and cut away at her vagina, pulling her ovaries and womb out. He stuffed Ramona's sex organs into her mouth, and placed the head in her stomach cavity.

He lit a cigarette, took a drag, and exhaled. A sense of self satisfaction settled over him. He had ended another soul. At this same time yesterday, Ramona was probably getting ready for bed, clueless that her time on Earth would be cut short. He chuckled, and untied the corpse, rolling it into the garbage bag containing her guts. "You have a date with the incinerator, young miss", he whispered to the dead girl.