"Screams are good," Cavan said, his knife carving into the flesh of the terrified man laying below him. "When you don't have to worry about sound traveling, people coming to find you in the middle of what you're doing."
Whoever came to see what was going on would also have to be killed, but it wouldn't be done in a satisfying way, and he wouldn't be able to finish the current project.
Both things were unacceptable to him.
He felt a little rushed as it was, the way things had happened tonight, no preparation, working only with the few tools he carried with him always. Not that he wasn't having any fun, of course.
His knife made large gashes in the cheeks going from ear to ear, exposing the teeth in a ghastly smile. All the other marks were where they needed to be. The only thing left was to rend the body in half, and that would surely be the end of this toy.
Cavan found his carving knife and began to cut into the stomach. It would take a little bit to get through like this, a saw would have been better. But it also meant a great deal more pain to his victim.