It was the middle of the night the streetlights glowing brightly against the night sky and illuminating the sidewalk. A young woman appears to be walking with a handsome man the pair nearly the same height though it was hard to tell as the man leaned upon her shoulder. Laughter echoing down the almost empty streets ensuring that all who saw them knew they were drunk. Or at least one of them was.

The pair stumbled up onto the porch of a single story home. The rural neighborhood quiet except for some barking pokemon alerted by their laughter. The female fumbling in her purse to unlock the house while he leaned upon her kissing her neck and holding her by the waist. The door swung open revealing the dark interior as she finally succeeded in unlocking the door. Turning around briefly for a kiss and walking in backward.

Lured in by alluring lips the man doesn't notice anything. His one hand slamming the door shut the noise reverberating throughout the house. A shift of noise signaling her putting down her purse echoing in his drunken ears not quite registering. Then a smell a suffocating smell fills his nostrils as he comes in for another kiss. His lips meeting cloth and not the soft flesh they had been seeking. He pulls away the cloth moving with him a force being applied to his head as he is pushed against the wall. The darkness of the house becoming absolute as his consciousness faded away.

Long arms grab his body preventing him from falling. The female oddly strong as she drags him farther into the house. With a click the kitchen light comes on in the center a workbench all prepped and ready for what was to come. With a grunt, she lays half of him on the table face up. Pulling at his arms to drag him into place. Her hands unbuttoning his shirt before moving to his belt and the pokeballs on it. Unclipping each she reaches under the table tossing them into a miniature safe ensuring that coming out would mean being crushed to death against six metal plates.

"You have very asymmetric features I wonder if your skull will be as well," her voice losing the tone of a woman.

Chains rattled as they were brought forth from a black cloth bag. The links pinching at the fabric of the gloves holding them. Each one finding a resting place holding each of the man's limbs. Locks clicking into place with finality that showed his end was near. The man not even aware of it.

Silken gloves came off to be replaced with rubber ones. A scalpel being dropped into alcohol in preparation for what was to come. One last check from the woman to make sure everything was in place. A raincoat and hair net being pulled on as they pondered what was left. Blinds and curtains closed, pokemon locked away, the man chained down and all that was left was to pull out the bone cutter for later. Hands reached into the black bag plugging in the bone saw readying it for when it was needed.

"Don't worry, you won't feel a thing,"the whispered words cold and aimed more for themselves than the victim.

Hands roughly tugged his pants down just slightly. The chains rattling with the movement before settling back into place. Rubber laden hands felt along his sternum finding that perfect place to begin the first incision. Straight down with increasing pressure the scalpel cut to just past his navel. Another to be made along his pelvis and the last following just below his clavicle. His skin being pulled back though naturally wanting to fall back into place.

Small but heavy clasps were attached to either side baring his insides to the world. Hands gently caressing along the stomach and intestines naming each section in their mind as they went. With a snap, the gloves came off hands delving raw into the man's organ groping and moving them a faint sight of release and pleasure uttering for their lips. Blood pooling into the open cavity and adding such a rich bloody tone to the bright pink insides.

"This was what I was wanting. I've tried stress balls those gooey ones you can squeeze all you want but nothing compares to the feeling of the human flesh. And no other color compares to blood oxygenated red erythrocytes, white leukocytes, and yellow blood plasma it makes such a lovely color put together," the words showed the relishment of their speaker.

"You've given me something quite special. Don't worry I won't forget you," the words were spoken sweetly even though the contents were dark.

Bloody hands pulled away from the still warm and breathing body. It wouldn't last long though much to their dismay already the color of the flesh was fading their blood pressure dropping the longer they were left open and exposed. Wanting to enjoy it while they could with blood covered hands making the grip slippery the bone saw was brought into play. The saw loudly burying itself into the ribs cutting them away.

Hidden away inside the purse in the hallway a porygon shivered. The loud noise a sure sign its owner was getting all they desired. It was scary just listening to it it had also seen it though. That caring look on its trainers face as they engrossed themselves with another persons body. It wasn't sexual...but something else something akin to the look a parent gave a child or an artist content with a masterpiece. Its companions had yet to see that face. The numel sleeping soundly even as the Arbok listened curiously. One day they'd see the horror as well just like Stat and Amhose the ghost of his first victim.

The saw turned off and was placed aside. The ribcage being slid down out of place and two hands reaching in to cusp the still beating heart. Feeling of the rhythm as it struggled to pump blood that was failing to reach their destination. Before long cardiac arrest would occur; the heart would still beat for a few moments after expelling most of the blood left inside it before finally halting altogether.

A deep sigh echoed into the room two eyes looking up at the clock on the stove. Three hours, for three hours Dorian had stood there fondling this man's insides and feeling the last moments of his heart stop. It never felt long enough for him. He shook his hands of the blood grumbling to himself as he went over and washed his hands. He tossed the raincoat aside for now heading into the living room and turning on a light.

He made sure the curtains were closed as he prepped for clean up. First, he lit the fireplace then headed back to the bedroom to grab the rest of his materials. Garbage bags pulled from their container readied for disposal, and a plastic box filled with acid to eat away at the skin was carried into the kitchen and set upon the counter. Another set of rubber gloves adorning his hands and the raincoat returning to his body.

The saw came on once more this time though each arm was removed from the body and then the legs leaving a stump of a man. Last was the head right below the third cervical the round shape rolling to one side. Thankfully he didn't need hair clippers for this one. In the head went into the sulfuric acid a few days and the flesh would be nothing but pudding ready to be dumped into a hazard dump at the hospital. The body and limbs though he stuffed into separate bags to be tossed out.

Packaged away the real cleaning started. Bleach soaking the floor, table, and sink the smell overwhelming as the red blood became pink and diluted. The whole mopping process in and of itself taking another good hour. The mop head was removed along with any clothes and rags he used all thrown into the fireplace.

Finally, he was able to rest the raven-haired man taking a shower before falling asleep on the couch content. For Dorian it was the last stretch as he woke up that morning the fireplace having died down. Taking the time he got dressed once more as a female before shoveling out the coal into another garbage bag, the last one.

With a click the car unlocked and he slowly took each bag outside making sure not to raise any eyebrows. Polite smiles and even talking to the neighbor for a moment before waving goodbye as they continued their jog. The rental only for a few days ensuring they'd never meet again. Loaded up Dorian made several stops on his way to return the rental car. A large dumpster here, another there, the body parts were strewn across five dumpsters with several blocks between them. Should one be found they would have a hard time finding the rest.

Home was a relief after all the hard work going into making his victim disappear. The only evidence of it being him the plastic box tucked under his arm as he entered his gated home. Another trophy to add to his collection in a display case around the TV.