K/V: Victim
Name: Ellie
Age: 22
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image
Scene: A kindhearted volunteer nurse in a warzone, her hospital has fallen to the brutal and sadistic invaders.
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The masked man hid beneath the Elena's bed and listened intently. A cruel smile slowly appeared on his face when he heard Elena wishing her friends a good time before closing and chaining the door. A deep silence washed over the dorm.

She's all alone now, all alone and vulnerable, like a stray lamb in the company of wolves.

His heart raced when he heard the unmistakable creaky sound of the room door being opened, his knuckles whitened as he tightened the grip on his knife - Tonight she will be his, and he will have his trophy.

He could see her carelessly walking into the room, utterly unaware of what horror awaits her. The masked man's mouth salivated in delight as she stopped in front of her dress closet and pondered which dress she should wear for her tinder date tomorrow evening. With her back against him, he knew it's either now or never, slithering silently out from under the bed, he grabbed the young blonde from behind and effortlessly tossed her onto the bed.

She screamed, shrill and loud. She thought he was going to rape her the moment he climbed on top of her, sitting on her well-endowed chest and wedged her arms between the soft mattress of her bed and his muscular thighs. If she knew what he had in store for her she would be begging him to rape her.

The man placed a hand on her forehead and pinned it against her pillow, before slowly making a small cut above her temple with his knife, then with a skill that came with practice, he slid the steel under her skin and began slowly moving the blade in a circular motion, severing the poor girl's face from her head. She squirmed and screamed as blood seeped into her eyes, down her cheeks and onto the pink bedsheet, staining it a ghastly hue of crimson, but to no avail. The man will has his trophy.

After he had completed a full incision around her youthful face, the masked man placed the knife on her bedside table, he slowly pushed his fingers beneath the flap of skin that was once Elena's beautiful face and tore it off in one smooth motion, sending tiny droplets of blood sailing in the air, splattering onto the poor girl's bedroom wall. He turned to look at the faceless splayed lifelessly over the bed, the sheer trauma of procedure must've done her in.

He carefully pocketed the bloodied flap of facial skin and climb out of the open window, into the moonless night.

He got what he came for.