"Remi! STOP!"
As he slid the door open, Roman heard laughs coming from the room, assuming his sister had finally lost her mind. She had gotten all those ideas from horror movies, but her had warned her that those sorts of murders would take a toll. And maybe it finally had.
Before him was just like a horror movie. Each slice of the rotating blade had taken inch by inch a piece of Olive's hand, all the way up to her forearm. The woman was panting and begging for help now, while Remi was wrapping a tourniquet around her bleeding nub. But it all seemed so odd. Why was Remi shaking and why did Olive have no tears in her eyes?
"What are you doing?" he asked as he watch blood pool next to their capture.
Remi was covered in blood and looked like a serial killer until the moment her shoulder slumped, and he realized the cries were hers.