I’ll never forget the last thing that Ariana said that night, “You know, for a movie prop, the blade of that machete looks amazingly sharp.”
An instant later, I brutally ran Ariana through with that razor-sharp machete, effortlessly burying its blade, handle deep within her guts. The
incredible look of overwhelming agony and horrifying surprise remaining on Ariana’s lovely face as she sank to her knees and slowly bled to death
for the amusement of my discriminating audience.