Bloody. (its kinda goryish)

He looks up at you.
His writhing body almost wants you to take pity.
But you laugh instead.
You draw out your blade from his gut.
He screams so loud its deafening.
The blood covers the sword and your jacket.
You lean over to slit his throat and he pleads for his life.
As you stare into his eyes your voice slips out I was going to spare you but you got blood on my favorite jacket.
His body goes limp.
And you know your work is done.