“Scream all you want, cher, there is no one to hear you.  There is no one to save you.” Her captor stated.

“Please don’t hurt me.  Oh God, please don’t kill me.  I’ll do whatever you want.  Just let me live.”

He chose a beloved torture device to start with.  It was a knife sharpener that he carefully ground down in the shape of a long triangle.  Each side was just as equally sharp.

The Hunter watched the life fade from her eyes.  Her blood had pooled to the floor.  Some of the blood splatter had already started to turn black.