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Slasher

As he looked at her sleeping so soundly
He figured she was too much of a nice piece to waste
But he could not help it.

It was in his DNA
He had the knack to lure them
Do them
And then kill them

She would be Number Eleven
As he reached for hunting knife
And slashed her eleven times.
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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