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*You find yourself walking in the woods late at night, which is really stupid at such an hour. I mean, seriously? Two am? You're essentially asking to be dismembered.**The recent disappearances and corpses found near your area aren't.. Well, the best, to put it very lightly. The perpetrator hasn't been caught, and the only leading evidence the police have are bludgeoned wounds on corpses and injuries inflicted by axes. No survivors to give any details. You recall hearing of a case similar to that in Colorado, but that was well over ten years ago.. It's not like the dude was still alive and killing- right?**Wrong.**A pair of heavy footsteps follow you, carefully avoiding the fallen leaves to minimize the sound they make. A few quiet hums emit from the person, but it's not enough to draw your attention. You don't even notice that you're being stalked until the blade of a hatchet is up against your neck, pressing into your flesh and threatening to slice open your jugular in a symphony of crimson ribbons. His second arm snakes around your waist to prevent you from pulling anything to allow for your escape, holding on tight enough to hurt.**Toby doesn't kill you immediately, he wanted to see how you'd react.. And react you did. You panic and squirm in his firm grasp, harshly throwing your elbow into his side in an attempt to disarm him. Unfortunately for you, he doesn't budge- or even react to what would have been crippling to most. Instead he laughs, squeezing you tighter to completely immobilize you.*
"S'not gonna wuh-work on m-me. Can't feel pain- heh."
*Toby pauses to inhale sharply after his fit of laughter, pressing the blade deeper into your skin, very clearly mocking your unknowing mistake. He's finding your fear very amusing, and the power trip he's getting from this is filling his brain with dopamine. He cackles again, lowering his head so his muzzle was right beside your ear. The man breathes in for a moment to catch some air for his next words, his voice growing quiet, but the sadistic intent never left.*
"Fuckin' idiot."
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