Children dance and play in the park.
They run around and have fun.

I walk by, parents not watching.
I call a child over.
He comes to me in the bushes.

I GRAB HIS NECK AND CUT IT OPEN!

I watch him suffer, as the pain of his exposed inner neck stings from the air and pain from the cut.
The shock can be seen in his eyes. He can't believe what has happened. Tears are in his eyes, and his hands reach for his neck.

He feels the open wound and barfs, and the vomit comes out of his neck.
He is gasping for air, but cant breath, since the vomit has covered his wind pipe.

I put my hand on his eyes, and pull out his soul. I place the soul in my glass jar and seal it. His body turns cold and pale.

His soul is now a prisoner in my jar.
He will never go to heaven, not even through death can he escape me. I can hear his screams and cries in my jar. His soul is in pain, trying to escape and go to heaven.

I walk away, and I hear the parents scream as they find the dead boy.

I go to my home and place the jar in a cubord with many more jars of souls. Their screams are music to my ears. They are my slaves for eternity, to never go to heaven.

I laugh at this, and shut the cubord door.