Sour Hearts

Chapter 1, a Gory end.

I entered the dim room, Ryuketsu sat at the table with a glass of red wine. "Hello, Yukki, darling." She greeted me, as she sipped her wine. "Hey Ryu'." I said, setting my bag down. I grabbed a mop and approached one of the rooms in the house. "I'll go ahead and clean up your torture room."

Yeah, lame, I know, I have to clean up after these psychos. "Oh, no need, hun. I have a victim in there right now." Ryuketsu said, calmly, as she set her glass down and stood up. "Another?" I said, squeamishly, thinking of how often Ryuketsu follows her twisted practice. "Yes, another. I'll go in there now. Would you like to watch this time? Just because you don't kill often, doesn't mean you shouldn't get used to being around gore and other gross things." She approached me from behind as she placed one hand on my shoulder, and another on the door handle as she opened it. "Oh.. uhm.. okay." I reluctantly agreed and followed her in the room.

Her heels echoed in the basically empty room as she walked. It was dark, and cold. I shiver flew down my spine when I finally noticed the muffled screaming coming from the room. She finally turned the lights on, and revealed a man, tied up on a wooden chair, with tape over his mouth, in the center of the room. I stood back in the corner, watching it all unfold. She approached the man and ripped the tape off of his mouth quickly, I could hear the painful rip. The man gasped for air, "why the hell am I here? I just thought you where hot!" He shouted angerly. She ignored this comment, and continued. She lifted a sheet off of a table, showing everything that was under it. A large syringe, a tube connected to the syringe, a knife, and a pint glass. The man hushed and stared at the table with confusion and fear.

Ryuketsu glanced towards the man, and spoke with a voice that sounded almost perverted. "You really outta learn to respect women, hm?" She grabbed the syringe and sat down on the mans lap. Her long red dress flowed over his legs and onto the floor. She took his arm and injected the syringe, the man tried to fight it, but the ropes where too tight. Eventually, the syringe was full of his deep red blood. She unfastened a piece at the end of the tube, and moved the end to the inside of a pint glass. She grinned devilishly as the blood began to pour into the cup. The man watched in horror as the glass filled.

Once it was finally full, she picked it up, and faced the man. "Are you thirsty?" She asked, flirtatiously. "N-" before the man could finish his answer, she already grabbed him by the forehead and pushed back aggressively, "have a drink, honey." She said menacingly as she poured his own blood down his throat. He coughed and gagged until it was empty, he drank most of it. My stomach couldn't handle it, I had to look away. She stood up and set the pint down. "You've been so good.. here." She took her knife and sliced his ropes to let him free. The small shred of hope left in him left immediately as he fell to his knees vomiting all over the cement floor. She looked down at him, proud of her self. He coughed out the last few bits of orange-ish red chunks, when she kicked him onto his back and stepped down on his neck.

She kneeled down on top of him, knife still in hand. " How cute." She smiled as she tore his shirt and cut open his chest. She reached her fingers into his warm, smelly, bloody fleas with a smile on her face. Disgusting. Finally, she pulled out his heart, still beating. She took a deep whiff of it as the blood dripped down her hands. She bit into it, I could hear the aggressive chewing of the crunchy and chewy bits, mixed with the sounds over slurping up every last drop of blood. I couldn't handle it, I had to leave.

I stepped into the hall way, trying not to vomit. Suddenly, I heard a crack from outside the window. I looked and saw a flash of pink, but that was about it. I had no idea what or who it was.