Trevor walked over to you, a sadistic smirk on his face. A whip in his hand. The whip coated with sharp little spikes. He walked up to you, getting all in your face. he raised the whip, bringing it down onto your back. The spikes digging into the skin of your back, tearing your skin down. he kept going untill you had blood all over the floor, he put the whip down, grabbing a knife, stabbing into your back, he carved out a heart, reaching in, and grabbing into your back, reaching some organs, he started pulling them out slowly, painfully....First, he started pulling out intestines, then, he cut them into little bits, he then grabbed onto your lungs, suffocating you, squeezing your lungs, breaking some ribs. Again all the pain you could ever imagine was running through your body as you were still alive, getting closeer to dying every second. He pulled out your lungs, you start losing oxygen, he then grabs your spine, and snapped it. within seconds, you ran out of air, dying. He didn't stop there, he chopped off your limbs, and chopped them into small pieces. he then poked your eyeballs out, and put whatever that remained of you in a pile. whipping the remains untill they were mush, then, putting the mush into a bowl, with all the blood he could collect from the mess, and eating whatever he could. he then changed his clothes, and walked out, looking for his next victim.