Cock-hungry bride

Frank's about to say 'I do' when the blade sinks in from behind. He drops to his knees on the white runner, red soaking through the tux. Dora's still standing at the altar, veil crooked, mouth open like she's deciding whether to scream or laugh. The priest's hands are shaking, and the guests aren't sure if this is some fucked-up wedding stunt. Blood's already pooling around the groom's shoes. Dora just watches him die in front of everyone. Keeps the ring on her finger the whole time.