Ginger's Heart 01: Body Heat [1st draft]

Chapter 11

It was done so effortlessly she didn't think the knife had actually penetrated at first, but when she depressed the button with her palm and pulled back, she watched the agonizing pain and shock cross Toby's handsome face.

It didn't kill him, though it was enough to immobilize him. He literally couldn't move and it made her think Lucca and H.A.S.P knew about fairies, that this weapon she'd stolen was made for all types of Sups. Ginger shrugged it off because that would mean that what she was trying to do, what she'd been doing, was for nothing, and that just couldn't be true. She'd find out sooner or later, right now she had a promise to keep.

It was hard not to smile as she saw the hesitant hope mixed with the pain fill his features when she went to unbutton his pants.

"You don't really think I'm gonna do you, right? I'm just going to cut your dick off," she supplied happily. "I should probably let you live after this, just so you'll know that you can never do this to a girl again, but science is my duty. I must know how to better kill you. I must provide Lucca with this vital information you understand."

Emasculating him did manage to knock him unconscious thankfully. He had such girly screams and he even puked on her, it was all projectile and stuff. Apparently fairies responded a lot like humans, or so she'd been told. It wasn't her job description to kill humans and it never would be.

She'd thought about checking his pulse, but she didn't know if it would be abnormal, if it would even be there, so instead of fucking around she started in, hitting what she hoped was the external jugular vein. Everyone needed a form of blood and without it there was no life, mostly.

She must have been right because the massive spurt of blood flooded into her face. "Ew! You nasty shit," she growled angrily, letting the blood spurt out as she started again in the front, pushing through the platysma muscle towards the laryngopharynx, knowing full well she should have been prepared for that dirty disaster. "How un-fuckin-sanitary. Vomit and blood, I'll be lucky to get rid of this craptastic smell."

When she could clearly see, what she assumed was the C3 of the spinal cord, she stopped. She didn't have her damn books with her, so she couldn't be sure about the accuracy of this impromptu kill and dissection. Regardless, the world was better off.

"You better have a shower in this hell hole," Ginger mumbled, thankful for the first time she'd chosen a long black raincoat and that the perverted fairy hadn't gotten around to unbuttoning it. She could easily wash the now bloody vomit from her hair and face.

She spotted the door and leapt off the bed towards it, finding exactly what she'd wanted. No matter how disgustingly dirty it was, there was water, with soap and shampoo. "So fairies bathe or maybe he let the females wash themselves after being violated," she snorted in laughter. "Ladies the scum of the earth should be dead and if he's not I'll kill him again after I shower."