As soon as he put down his personal phone, he went to the one that was recording and pointed it exactly at the head of Xavier even zoomed in on it to have the perfect video, to have the perfect steps shown of how he was doing it.

After that came the calmness and the preparation, as if nothing had happened. He carefully put down his apron, folding it even though it was dripping with blood, and then he pulled out a briefcase.

The type of briefcase that businessmen go around full of documents and other stuff but his, ah, his was full of so-called "instruments."

As he opened it, the dim light in the warehouse literally reflected on the silver operation equipment scalpels, blades, little saws, and so on. It was full of what surgeons usually use, and maybe the most absurd thing about it was that it had his name on it, which meant it was hand-crafted just for him.

It meant only one thing that he was literally one with his equipment, and the one who taught him that was none other than Ferrucci himself.

'Become one with the equipment you use, that's how you can be the best at your job' what a good and emotional saying it was for a torturer. But maybe the worst and most brutal thing about it was that he knew how to begin, he knew how to skin him in a way to make it look like a mask, to literally pull it over his head. What a fucking terrifying thing that is.

But before he even started the whole operation on Xavier's head, he did something that Ferucci did every time he put on music on his phone, music that was just like Ferucci's taste.

To make a masterpiece, you need to listen to a masterpiece of its own so he put on violin play from one of the best violinists, then he put on fine white cotton gloves, picked up his shining silver special tool with his name engraved in it, and began.

He made fine cuts around Xavier's head, not too deep, just enough to be able to literally pull the skin from the bones and muscles. He made it all the way around his head, then started to apply pressure and pull it off, detach the skin from the bones and it was just… indescribable with words.

He was too good with it, like someone who had mastered it long ago. Like if he had been a surgeon once, but no, everything he knew came from Ferucci and whatever source he could find, books, studies or even from the mistakes of others in Ferucci group.

He learned how to make the cuts, where exactly to cut, how deep the blade should go, and how much force to use so the skin would open cleanly, not tear. He studied every move, every tiny detail, until it became natural to him.

He didn't rush nor hesitate… the silence around him was broken only by the sound of metal scraping or flesh shifting of the skull and bones.

It was like an artist watching his own creation come to life. The smell, the sight, none of it bothered him. It had become part of him, a comfort in a world that had already taken everything else away.

Some might call it psychosis, others would call it a split mind, but for him, it was simply peace. The knife silenced and the whole being of him as a torturer the noise in his head, the memories of his past.

It made him feel in control again, even if the whole scene was the very meaning of brutality, the true face of evil. A man who no longer cared about what was right or wrong, who didn't even think what he was doing was bad. He was already too far gone, lost in his own darkness, but in that darkness, he had found purpose.

Inside that black hole of his mind he had found something to hold on to… the brutality.

He found use for his hands, his thoughts, his pain.

In that darkness, he wasn't weak anymore, he wasn't lost… there wasn't his father abusing him.

He was free from the same shadows that once scared him… now obeyed him… no, he became one with it.

And that was what made him truly terrifying, not the knife, not the blood, but the calmness in his eyes while doing it.

"Finally." He said as a smile spread on his face, the kind of smile you make when you get excited about something, like when you receive a gift or hear good news… but for him, it meant that he was done.

He did it, and as he stood up, it was in his hands.

The face of Xavier, the mask he made with precision and the only thing remaining in that terror was to… wear it like a trophy.

But before that, he needed to do one important thing. At least it was important to him to put everything back in its place, to tidy up.

He put aside the skin of Xavier and started to clean his instruments, putting them back in the briefcase, then putting them away, then came the last thing… to make the scene for the video.

Yeah, his fucking mind thought about it, to make an intro and to make it look good, he made sure the background was the best. So he picked up the chopped-up parts of Xavier and put them in the background, as well as his whole body. He placed them in a way that showed they were chopped down and when he was done he started a new video, put on Xavier's face, and started the filming.

Him walking into the frame, with the axe in his hand, looking in a creepy way into the camera, and then… turning toward Xavier's body and… with an overhead swing he chopped right into Xavier's skinned skull.

The sound of it as the skull cracked, the blood splashing out and as he pulled it out it was all… just not real, like a fucking fiction. But all of it was really too real… and it just became more and more real as Kilian, once again with stopping, started butchering, chopping up every part of Xavier's remaining body.

Then he suddenly stopped… literally everything was covered in blood, it looked like a slaughterhouse and that was his exact goal, to cover everything in blood, to have the perfect scene, and he achieved it, and with it he delivered the final message.

In a creepy way, he turned around and pointed the axe straight at the camera, sending a clear message to everyone who would see it.

And one thing is for sure… the message will be delivered, torn into everyone who will watch it.