| UNTITLED PG.4 |
| AND GLANCES BACK TO SEE IT WAS ONLY THE BRUNETT. THE BLONDE CONTINUES TO BE ENTERTAINED BY THE PLACES HE'S TOUCHING HER AND THE THINGS HE SAYS QUIETLY IN HER EAR. THE BRUNETT TAKES ONE FINGER AND PULLS DOWN THE BACK OF THE NECK OF THE GIRLS T-SHIRT. DROPS THE SPOON AND LIGHTLY FLICKS THE TIP OF THE KNIFE BETWEEN HER SHOULDER BLADES. THE GIRL DOSENT MIND SUCH PAIN. AFTER ALL A LITTLE BLOOD NEVER HURT ANYONE. YOU CAN SEE FROM THIS ANGLE THAT THE BEACH IS DESOLATE AGAIN. NOW THE WAVES ARE CALM "SOON.... NOT YET, THIS IS FUN..... I MEAN LOOK AT HER!" THE BRUNETT GLOATS WITH PRIDE AS HER HEAD AND SHOULDERS REST AGAINST THE BLONDES NOW "YOUVE GOT HER GOIN! LOOK, SHES PUMPING FLUIDS LIKE A SCHOOL GIRL...YOUR GOOD. NOW FINISH THE FUCKING JOB!" YOU SEE HIM THINK AND HE PUSHES HIS HEAD AGAINST THE BRUNETTS AND KISSES HER ON THE FOREHEAD. SUDENLY THE BRUNETT PULLS AWAY AND SPINS THE GIRL FROM HIS EMBRACE. SO SHE CAN FACE THE WINDOW. PEOPLE ARE RUNNING BY LAUGHTING AND PLAYING. THE BRUNETT COMES ON HER LEFT SIDE AND FASSIONS THE KNIFE. DRAGGING IT SLOWLY ACROSS HER T-SHIRT COVERED STOMACH WITHOUT PUTTING ANY PRESSURE ON THE BLADE. THEN SWIFTLY WITH ONE STROKE CUTS A LINE ACROSS THE GIRLS CHEST. SHE SCREAMS BUT IS MUTE BEACUSE YOU CAN ONLY HEAR THE MUSIC PLAYING |