Laughing quietly to himself, Ike takes out the knife. You can tell he's not quite himself, he's likely not slept in days again and that's when he get's dangerous. If he was to be slicing up a piece of meat to cook perhaps this would be suitable but you know as he bring it close to your skin that this will be slow and painful. Strapped down to a table you can to nothing though, all you can do is grimace and try your best not to cry out loud as he slowly starts to cut through layers of skin, fat and muscle. Not that you have much fat anyway but it doesn't matter.

Each slice is as if it's being done by an expert butcher, albeit with the incorrect tool given he's probably about to separate bones at the joint. Somehow though, he seems to know what he's doing, switching out knives before he places the next carefully and then shoves it down hard. It's then that you can't help but scream as your arm comes apart at the elbow, the tourniquet on your upper arm the only thing helping you to stop bleeding out as your forearm is removed. There's a slight moan you swear you hear come from his lips as the joint comes apart and your bones separate. The man might be a sadist but you'd be lying if you said that turning your head to look at him in his blood stained maid's dress, you weren't slightly turned on too.

As he goes on it continues, the pain is worse and your head grows lighter as each limb is removed but he works with such skill and concentration that it's hard not to become increasingly aroused. Somewhat you hate yourself for it, you're slowly being killed by a man wearing an increasingly bloodstained apron and dress, but you can't help yourself. It's Ike after all, if this is what he wants then you'll let him. he can take everything and anything. He takes such care with your limbs too, placing each delicately into a metal dish at the side of the table before continuing. If you could think further then you'd consider that perhaps he's done this before but you don't want to think about that. You want to be his first, his one and only. The only person special enough for him to have butchered so lovingly like this.

Slowly the world starts to fade to black, you can hear the lower half of one of your legs being placed carefully among the others but the bloodloss is too much, you can't even remember at this point what you have and haven't lost.