Just as the man was finally getting closer, and Zoe Sawyer was starting to feel happy for him, an axe was suddenly thrust between them.
"It's not your turn yet. Why the rush?" The Axeman's muffled voice filtered through his ski mask for all to hear.
The man froze. He then began to whimper, trying to say something, but with his mouth gagged with a wad of cloth, he couldn't make himself understood.
The Axeman ignored the man, stooped down, and lifted the pregnant woman onto the dining table.
Zoe Sawyer's eyes were wide as she seared every detail, every movement, into her memory.
He set the axe aside. His long, slender fingers toyed with a fruit knife, tracing paths over the unconscious pregnant woman's body.
After settling on a spot, just as he was about to start, he seemed to decide the ski mask would interfere with the delicate "surgery" to come. Plus, with no one else around, he wasn't afraid of his face being seen. The Axeman pulled the mask down a little, revealing his eyes.
