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The words victim number two rolled across the screen, as the scene flickered to a children’s playground. A woman was sat upon the swings, crying as mascara ran down her face. She pushed lightly with her feet, setting the swing into motion, her hands wrapped tightly around the chains, supporting the swing.
Her eyes gazed at the floor sorrowfully, blinking back the tears when she heard approaching. Her eyes flickered up to see a tall man headed straight towards her; she began to stand up and leave.
He moved in the way, blocking her exit. The young woman begins to panic, looking around her as she backs up, tripping over the swing. Quickly beginning to plead she cried out, panic had flooded her mind as she began to claw over the ground. Her head hit the floor as she slipped on the bark covering the floor.
Tenderly running his hands up her leg, she squirmed, her suit shifting up without her noticing. Gently the blade ran over her neck, lightly to start with, barely drawing blood. The second time, a bit deeper, as the blood ran out over her chin, he continued each time getting deeper until her head just fell off with ease.
Triumphantly, he picked up the head and placed it on to the swing she had been sitting on.

Description
The words victim number two rolled across the screen, as the scene flickered to a children’s playground. A woman was sat upon the swings, crying as mascara ran down her face. She pushed lightly with her feet, setting the swing into motion, her hands wrapped tightly around the chains, supporting the swing.
Her eyes gazed at the floor sorrowfully, blinking back the tears when she heard approaching. Her eyes flickered up to see a tall man headed straight towards her; she began to stand up and leave.
He moved in the way, blocking her exit. The young woman begins to panic, looking around her as she backs up, tripping over the swing. Quickly beginning to plead she cried out, panic had flooded her mind as she began to claw over the ground. Her head hit the floor as she slipped on the bark covering the floor.
Tenderly running his hands up her leg, she squirmed, her suit shifting up without her noticing. Gently the blade ran over her neck, lightly to start with, barely drawing blood. The second time, a bit deeper, as the blood ran out over her chin, he continued each time getting deeper until her head just fell off with ease.
Triumphantly, he picked up the head and placed it on to the swing she had been sitting on.