Never Leave A Bride At The Altar... He whimpered in the corner knowing his fate, he saw the others being slaughtered one by one. His #life flashed before his eyes. She didn't regret killing the others, they deserved this; she was the one who stood in that altar for 3 hours waiting for her fiance to turn up... He never did. Now he was curled before her, pleading for her to spare his #life. She hesitated as the memories of their happy relationship came flooding back, the first date, the proposal. Then the memory of the church returned and with it came all the pitying glances, the tuts and the sighs, all aimed at the woman in white. The musty old room reeked of sadness; the brown carpet which was once white was now stained with blood, tears and wine. Her hand grasped the butcher's cleaver on the side. With one sweep of the knife she sliced off his left leg, he screamed in pain as blood oozed out of the stump where his leg was once attached. He froze in fear every time she moved; he was helpless. She surveyed the room, bodies were scattered everywhere, some near the window, some near the door, all of them had begged for their lives. Their eyes wide with fright, she was the reason they were there; she has snuffed all their eyes out like candles in the wind. She started by drawing a pentacle in white chalk on the floor, dragging the struggling man into the centre of the 5 sided star. She lit the black candles while chanting satanic incantations. His heart was racing; he felt the cold blade of the cleaver carving into his chest. A crack of bones, a scream of anguish... Then silence, nothing made a sound until the psychopathic woman moved. Leaving the blood to sink into the carpet, she calmly ascended the stairs. She went into the first room on the left, opened the drawer on the bedside table and took out a box made of leather... Glued with tears. She opened the box and retrieved the ring. It was a thing of extreme beauty, the ban was 18 carat gold, the crown was encrusted with rubies as red as the man's blood. It glinted in the moonlight. She returned to the body. The carcass which was once an influential man lay humiliated and dead. His heart lay next to him- de attached from his body. She place the ring on his heart and dribbled the wax from the candles on top until the ring was enveloped by a cloak of darkness. Then the last movie in this sick charade, she picked up his phone from his pocket and called the police- the operator answered with a standard hello; she pressed play and the wedding march droned down the line, this wasn't the symbol of happiness, no this was a twisted, depressing version. She left, the final piece of the evil puzzle complete. All ten murders played over in her mind. She smiled. Now she was free...