Slice of Death.

The power was unbearable,
The pain so obvious,
Yet a strange satisfaction,
Occurred within the tortured soul.

A small ray of light was just visible,
But the reflection in the weapon,
Caused enormous hatred,
To see that ugly face, was to see an invite to death.

Slowly the hand moved,
And with a jerk sliced one last time,
Through the wrist of its victim,
To ensure the fatal deed had been done.