The Darkest Hour

Max had left Emma alone in the cottage, promising to return by nightfall with some much-needed supplies. Emma had spent the morning lounging on the couch, flipping through a book, and enjoying the quiet solitude. She had decided to dress in one of her favorite tees, a black one with a plunging V-neck that made her feel confident and carefree. As she walked to the kitchen to make herself a snack, she heard a knock at the door. Her heart skipped a beat as she hesitated, wondering who it could be. She hadn't expected any visitors, and her instincts told her to be cautious. But her curiosity got the better of her, and she made her way to the door. She opened it to find two individuals standing on her porch, their faces obscured by hoods. They didn't say a word, but instead pushed their way into the cottage, their movements swift and deliberate. Emma tried to step back, but it was too late. One of them grabbed her, holding her in a tight grip, while the other injected her with a syringe. Emma felt a searing pain in her arm, and her vision began to blur. She tried to struggle, but her body was weakening by the second. The last thing she saw was the face of one of her captors, his eyes cold and unfeeling. And then, everything went black. The two individuals worked quickly and efficiently, dragging Emma's lifeless body to the bathroom. They chopped her body into pieces, but left her torso intact, her black tee still stained with her blood. The plunging V-neck was now smeared with gore, but it still framed her pale face in a macabre display. As they worked, they knew that their actions would soon be in high demand on the dark web. One client, in particular, had been searching for a specific type of content - a live beheading of a woman wearing a plunging neckline. But that client might have to wait, as Emma's body was now nothing more than a collection of parts. The two individuals finished their gruesome task, and left the cottage, leaving behind a trail of blood and destruction. The calm and peaceful life that Emma and Max had tried to build was now nothing more than a memory, shattered by the brutal forces that had taken her life. As the sun began to set, Max returned to the cottage, unaware of the horror that awaited him. He knocked on the door, but there was no answer. He tried to call Emma, but her phone was silent. A sense of unease crept over him, and he knew that something was wrong. He pushed open the door, and was met with a sight that would haunt him for the rest of his life.