A spatter of blood from the older Karr's chest splashed on Daley's white clothes. His face was blank, his eyes fixed on the scalpel. He was as serious as a doctor who was operating on a patient, and every cut he made made the older Karr wriggle his body.
'He must be in pain!'
I thought to myself.
Watching the older Karr's face grow pale and contorted, a sense of pleasure rose in my heart. He got what he deserved. As Daley moved, a strong smell of blood filled the warehouse.
The smell made my head spin and I looked at the older Karr's b****y chest. Daley put the scalpel aside on a silver plate. He didn't even need gloves to feel his wounds with his hands.
The older Karr's bulging eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. His head was shaking wildly, and his hands and feet were strug
