Aroused, she receives another blow to the face. Feeling the blood rushing out of her body, she smiles while tasting the blood on her tongue. She wants to fight back; release more blood. She lifts up her hand slightly, above her hip and receives another blow. This time to her head. She is knocked back into someone's arms. She opens her eyes, aching with the light pouring in to them. She blinks them open and tries to swing at the same moment she is struck down with a heavy blow. This time She does not know to which part of her body, but she thirst for more taste of the iron. The metal component that runs through her blood that she now sees as she is being forced to look, dripping all under her. She is infuriated by the deep red on the ground. She fights back hitting nothing. Hears a laugh and then black outs under another blow. She awakes, screaming in a chair. Sitting, she screams of police calls and cuffs. Being locked away, she screams of doing the same to them. More laughter. A soothing voice tells her to calm down and breathe as she screams she will leave. The voice subdues the anger as she gains her sight back and sees a man cleaning up blood. She looks down at her chest, realizing this is all her blood, she smiles.
