"If you want to live, all you have to do is not blink for a minute straight. I promise I won't turn on the heat lamps. That'd be cheating. Do you understand?"

A pretty, tall, tied up blonde woman is on the wall in front of him, her mascara running and half of her hair shaven off. She nods.

"Okay. I'll tell you when."

As the tied up woman weeps on the wall in front of him, Ray picks up his stopwatch, turns it on, and signals towards the woman. He uses this time to analyze the woman's injuries. Multiple slashes on her arms, legs, and face. Bruises from him punching her in the stomach repeatedly with brass knuckles. Black eye when she cried too much. Burns from exposing her to the heat lamps for an hour straight. Most notably, a missing ring finger.

The woman actually seems to do far better than most do at this challenge. Usually the prolonged crying requires them to blink, but this woman seems to want to keep her life. How cute. When 50 seconds are up, Ray picks up a paring knife and p at it for a second before throwing it into the woman's stomach and turning off the stopwatch as she winces.

"...so was that, but no matter. You blinked."

He approaches her as she begs through the gag, slits her throat and watches the life drain from her eyes. He grabs her arm and feels her muscles relax. This is one of his favorite reasons to do what he does. He loves to watch a living, breathing being become a rotting husk.


The camera shows Ophelia and Nico coming out of a changing room together, Nico buttoning up his black and white plaid shirt and Ophelia putting her heels back on.

"All I wanted was to know how that shirt looked on me."

"What, that didn't tell you?"

Ophelia giggles as Nico gets on an escalator to reach the top floor of the department store.

"What do we need up here?"

"Weapons for the Bloodspilling match. Where better to find unconventional weapons than a department store?"

Nico looks around before finding the outdoor section and picking up a grill brush and feeling the metal bristles. Ophelia cringes as she thinks about it being used.

"Ooh, yeah, get that. Use it to brush his hair and teeth. Make him bleed like his victims."

Nico looks back at Ophelia and smirks before putting it in her cloth bag.

"Is that..."

Ophelia tugs on Nico's shoulder and points at the man across the aisle, looking at lighter fluid.

"Is that someone we know?"

"...no, but he looks kinda familiar."

The man looks back at Nico and Ophelia, smiles, and waves. Nico takes out his phone and texts his security with a description of the man.

"Just tell me who he is. I'll go crazy if I don't find out."

Nico and Ophelia later arrive home to turn on the TV for background noise as they start up dinner, Ophelia cooking the vegetables as Nico starts cutting the pork chops. Nico looks up at the TV for a split second and looks right back up.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, that's the guy, right babe?"

Ophelia turns around to see a very rough sketch of the man they saw at the store.

"Yeah. Turn up the volume."

Nico runs over, jumps over the couch, grabs the remote and turns it up for Ophelia to hear.

"...volved in a string of disappearances. There is very little in the way of information for what he looks like, all we truly know is that he has dirty blonde hair and is a man in his early twenties. Stay Safe, Frisco."

*brrrp, brrrp!*

Nico takes his phone out of his pocket and puts it on speaker.

"His name is Ray Lawrence. I just saw him on the news, too. Want me to send it to the cops?"

"...no. I want him for myself."

Ophelia giggles coyly and starts tracing a circle on Nico's shoulder.

"Sounds like someone's been quite a sinful boy. What do you have planned for Mr. Lawrence?"

Nico softly grabs her hand as she rubs his shoulder.

"In time, my love. I'll tell you during dinner."


The camera opens on Ray walking the streets at night, pretending to be buzzed as he looks around for a new victim. Across the street stands a skinny, semi-athletic blonde dolled up 80's style, wearing fishnet leggings, pink heels, and a cute, punk-looking pink and black bustier. She's rather tall, around 5'11, with her legs being at least 45% of that. She looks around and notices Ray, her scarlet lips curling into a smile.

"Hey cutie! How does a tall glass of water like me look to you?"

Her thick New Jersey/New York accent grabs Ray's attention.

"Refreshing. You seem to be a long ways from home, huh?"

Ray walks towards her across the empty street, one hand on the syringe in his back pocket.

"Yeah, it's too loud up in Jersey. It's much quieter and prettier here."

"I agree. Besides, less rats. So, what's your fee?"

"75 an hour. Follow me."

Ray begins to follow the woman, waiting for the right time to use the syringe.

"Are we going somewhere nice?"

"Very nice. Of course, we have to hide it from plain sight. Wouldn't want to get busted for banging me."

The woman stops in front of a metal door with a keypad and punches in a code as Ray pulls out the syringe. She opens the door for him and he quickly pockets it.

"Come on in, handsome."

Ray walks in to see a red room filled with what first looks like bondage gear until he notices a few power tools and knives. Her sees an elaborate red armchair in the middle of the room. The woman takes out a syringe of her own and uses it against Ray.

"Thanks, Perry."

"Don't mention it, sugar."

Grill Brush
Car Antenna
Noose on a 6 foot rope
Staple Gun
Weed Whacker

Overall Record: 2-8-1.

1x Federweight Champion.

Shitlist: Izzy Ravenwolf, Nate Higgers.

“We have never heard the devil's side of the story, God wrote all the book.”
― Anatole France