I stand there, staring at the bloodied concrete floor. I look behind me once more and see the gory mess I've made. The small grin on my face turns into an outrageous smile and I giggle a sick, twisted laugh. I walk towards the exit, my feet splashing in the warm blood.
I stop at the edge of the blood spill and pout. "Aww... no more fun?" A smile returns to my face and I sit down in the mess, my bare thighs and panties getting soaked. I play in the fresh scarlet liquid with the knife in my right hand. I bring it up to my face. I see my sadistic smile in the reflection of the shiny blade and I lick the beautiful mess off it. Sweet, metallic blood covers my tongue and I lick my teeth and my lips. Every drop of it gets me high. My smile grows larger and my heart beats faster. I need more.
I drop the weapon and drag my fingers in the spill. I spell out Adam's name with the blood then I lick my fingers. I turn around and look at the two bodies. They're lying dead on the floor of their own basement. I raise my left hand to my cheek and I feel the warm blood on my face. I lean back and stare at the plain concrete ceiling, getting my bra straps and my long red locks soaked. I pout again. "The ceiling looks so mundane." A smile spreads across my face and I immediately sit up and throw my head forward so my hair swings around. I hear the splattering of the blood on the ceiling and I hope it has worked. I tilt my head back and view what I've done. Blood now stains the roof as well. I giggle again, pick up my weapon and stand. I run towards the old wooden door and pierce it with my blade. I laugh more and yank the knife from the wood. I turn the door handle and leave the room. I'm finished here.
