You ask for death by a thousand cuts

From Create Your Own Story

"I'm too worn out mentally to run anymore," you say.

"Very well," he replies. "You're sure?"

"Positive. It'll have to be death by a thousand cuts."

"As you wish, sweetie."

He binds your hands behind your back with surprising gentleness, carries you a short distance, lies you on something hard, spreads your legs, and binds your ankles, leaving you spread-eagle and face up.

"Let us begin."

He takes his time, never cutting deeply into your flesh. He seems to be using only the tip of his blade.

He begins with your arms, slowly and gently carving them up with a mesh-like network of shallow cuts. Then your legs. It doesn't even particularly hurt, but you do find yourself growing slowly colder.

"The more blood you lose, the colder you'll get."

That makes sense. Of course, it could also be that you're naked and it's a misty night with the air itself seeming to carry a chill.

The cuts on your torso seem to be a little bit deeper, but still nowhere near your vital organs. Your consciousness is starting to fade in and out.

You fade out for the last time as he makes some parallel slices on your rib cage.

Slasher's Body Count:
Live:No one
Dead:Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie, you