Inhale Death (Pt1) ( Brutality)

Amy would be getting home after signing for her upcoming role. It was a horror anthology that focused on body horror and gore, titled 'The Heart-throb Diary'. She was nervous about this role because she hadn't been in a movie in a minute since she had a baby.  Amy would be near Norm's office, so she would check up on him and Gehenna.  Amy would have stopped at his office door and pressed her hand on the door. She would listen inside and there was music playing. Something smelled... Off. It was gross, like a rotting corpse or something that had been dead, sour even. Amy would grab her shirt anxiously, as if in pain.  Please... Please let this be a delusion.  "Normy..." Her hands shake as she pushes open the door. The lights were on in his large office but the room attached was pitch black inside. The entrance to this room was covered with blood as if someone was sitting in a pool of blood. Amy would gently open the door and slowly reveal the pools of blood, which almost seemed like it was boiling. The smell... It was sickeningly sweet, like leather... Like dying.  "N-Norman... Gehenna." Amy was going to turn on the lights but... She was compelled to keep it off. She could see him in the bed, Gehenna he's... Amy reached out to grab his blanket and slowly peeled it off of him, the blanket stuck to his fur. No... Not Gehenna.  She would open the blanket further to see him.  Amy was without words. Gehenna... He was left here desecrated, his body battered and his head removed entirely. Then again, this wasn't Gehenna.  Gehenna has pitch black fur... This kid had white in his fur. Amy could feel herself bothered by the thought. Where did this corpse come from? It's not fresh, which is why it smells rotting. It has dirt on it, so it's a dug-up body. Probably a couple of days old. Cruel defilement. Amy would rise and grab a combat knife from her pants, a hidden holster. She held it up and admired it for a moment before using the corpse's blood on her blade. She covered everything from her handle to the very tip of the knife. "Do not worry, my boy. I breathe Death. I wield suffering at the palms... The palms of my hands."Amy rose would looked at the drops of blood leaving the building.  Amy would stand for a moment, staring at the hidden body. "I'm sorry." Amy simply left the office after closing the room door behind her.