One Moment of Lucidity

Savagely he tears at her, ignoring her cries for mercy.

He grins, he laughs, he slices and dices and loves every minute of it because it's her pain, not his.

Pain. Either you experience it or you dish it out. Nothing else exists here.

It used to be his blood that painted the walls of Hell.

Suddenly, it all comes back to him.

Who he once was, what he stood for.

Saving people, hunting things.

Sammy.

Blood on his hands.

His gut wrenches at the realization.

No, NO!!!

"What have I done?"

He let's her go.

His punishment is brutal.