You decide to relax on the hill. Right as you begin, I grab your arm and slash your other one off with a knife that has been sharpened for exactly;
3 weeks, 6 days, 3 hours, 53 minutes and 36 seconds
As you scream for your life, you look at the blood that gushes out of your arm, I slash at your leg, making you unable to escape. Terror rises in your eyes as I deliver the final slash, gashing down your throat and leading to a final, bloodcurdling scream.
My hill.