Through the Eyes of Sam

Before he could reply, I drove the 8-inch knife into his stomach, feeling as the steel pushed through skin and muscle. Gregory let out a wail as the knife punctured his body. When finally it hit something solid, I twisted, receiving another scream of agony in response. I didn't understand it, but I was truly enjoying this, the cries as he begged for mercy, begged for death. But just like his unmerciful beating of Lucy, I wasn't going to give in. I pulled with all my might to the side, cutting through his stomach with relative ease. I continued this, ignoring the shrieks of my adversary, until I had cut a decent sized whole into his abdomen. Finally, I released the blade, and the flesh fell away from his body, his intestines covering the floor like dropped spaghetti. His liver followed, poking out from beneath his ribs as a young child does when he plays hide and seek. Gregory cursed me as he saw what had been done to him, his organs lying in a pool of blood in front of him.