Blood.

Her eyes slowly flutter open, and glance around the room. It is small, and dank. Nothing can be seen through the darkness as her eyes begin to adjust. She regains her sense, and struggles to stand, soon realizing she is chained down. Fear overtakes her, and she can hardly breathe. No sounds are heard other than her own heart pounding through her ears, her quickened breath, a small steady dripping in the corner, and a soft thumping of footsteps coming her way.

She fearfully raises her eyes, her face half hidden by the dark veil of her hair. Biting her lip she begins to make out the figure of a person, sanding before her. A large midnight black cloak rolls across the floor behind them, sweeping out behind them with each step they take. A large hood hides away their face in shadow, exposing only their teeth as sharp as knives, glinting behind their dull, and cracked lips. A small rustling comes from them as they reach into their pocket, and pull out a small razor, and quickly slit the ropes on her wrists, freeing them, and making small soon opening cuts on the top of them, that sting instantly, though it soon fades into dull throbbing.

They look down to her wrists, and their grin flickers for a moment as they slowly drag their finger through her blood, and bring it to their lips, slowly licking the blood off, and a sickening grin comes to their face, making her even more uneasy than before.

They slam the razor down onto the small table beside her, causing her to jump, and look down to it fearfully, before back up at the person before her. Their grin never fades, even as their tongue slips past, and slowly wets their dry and cracked lips. A low rumbling laugh comes from them, as they pull her hand out, and shove the razor into her palm, digging it into her skin. She gasps instantly at the pain, watching the blood pouring from her hand, and shivers slightly as she finds it to be ice cold.

They slowly bring her hand to their mouth, lapping up all the blood, and suck it from the cut, licking their lips again as they drop her hand, though the deep crimson never fades from their lips as the grin returns.

They look at her, and the fear continues to rise. She shakes visibly as the cold from the blood continues dripping from her hand, and she looks up at them fearfully. They grin back down at her, and hold the razor to her throat, but not cutting it, nudging her throat slightly as if urging her on.

She hesitantly takes the razor in her hand, her lip quivering as she gently presses it into her neck, cutting it deep and slowly all the way across. Gasping with what little breath she has left as the blood begins to rush from her throat, the razor falling from her hands, as the ice cold blood runs over her skin, and the breath begins to leave her. Struggling for each breath, though no air would fill her lungs.

Her head is barely hanging onto her neck, gasping for breath, but none will enter her, shivering madly as her vision begins to fade and the icy cold blood falls over her, nothing left in her vision but the cloaked figure, who kneels before her, licking and sucking the blood from her skin, laughing lowly with a wide grin, teeth sinking into her skin, desperate for more, despite her strangled pleas.

They take the fallen razor, and bring it to her throat once more, slitting it fully, and a moment later with one final gasp, she falls into blankness.