Dagrimhomo loves infinity.
The simple thought of watching you bleed like a dog fills me with pure pleasure. I can almost visualise your weak, limp body lying on the floor moving slower and slower as all hope drains and you stop trying to struggle; all energy being used to gasp for air as you choke on your own blood whilst bleeding out of that gaping gash in your neck. Yet in your mind you realise that the damage is irreparable and there is now no way to avoid death as it creeps up on you. As you run out of energy (and air), all life drains from your body and you finally go completely limp, before rigormortis quickly sets in and immortalises the pain and suffering still somehow visible on your lifeless corpse.
I would kill for