Well Im back, as I turns out the boy was a coward and couldn't kill himself. Just sad. But don't you worry I went on in and finished the job. It wasn't that hard he weak, Disgusting that one. He was a bit taller than most of the men I... play with, but he did all the same.
The DVD that held his death was gripped in my sweaty hand as I entered the apartment we all shared. The flat screen was large and glimmering, paid for by one of Robin's 'friends', and was practically shinning in anticipation as we're we all. I as usual was the last to arrive but not by much, I had seen the tail of Little Red's hood as she closed the door.
Since I didn't place last time I would go first, and so opening up my case I sat the disk into the open player and sat next to Robin.
Robin gave me a wicked grin and slung his arm around my petite shoulders as The screen began to shoot off images of the boy in the room Looking around confused, then him banging on the door. As his first scream rang throughout the room itself seemed to shiver in satisfaction, Cindy on the other side of Robin licked her lips her eyes the portrait of hunger. The boy ran around the blank room screaming and punching the walls till he bled at his knuckles. At the sight of blood Little Red grabbed Hanz by the shoulder wetting her own dry lips.
The boy discovered the knife and Cindy's hand was on Robins thigh projecting herself forward hoping to see him slaughter himself. But of course She was greatly disappointed when he threw it and began to cry for his life. Barely a minute later I came in in a different dress than I had now and a beautiful dagger with a ruby in the hilt. There was a hand on my own leg but I had barely noticed I could smell the coppery poison again, feel his hair in my hand, hear his musical pleas I was surprised when I saw he had tried to fight back. Why didn't I remember that? There was a crazed cackle from Cindy when his wrist was slashed for trying to reach the dagger, more screams more demented laughter, I could feel my body move in a morbid dance of anticipation for I knew what was coming next, I had remembered this clearly. He would give his last battle cry and lunge for me, I would smile my eyes wide and glazed, then at the last second my hand would reach out and slash open his disease ridden throat allowing the sweet poison to be released all over the floor. That feeling of being truly alive, that's what i live for, thats the only reason I know I'm not dead. I let out my own demented cry and gripped the couch with a deadly grip, watching myself finish bleeding him out cutting each artery the blood dripping down the handle so you could barely tell the difference between the ruby and the deadly liquid.
After the finale and we all settled down for the next one, I was complemented on my reflexes and my choice of victim, and of course my ass in 2-D by Robin which only got and eye roll back. We watched the others, mostly the same reaction, and we voted that Sweet Red's didn't place, but of course no one ever didn't place more than once in a row for it was unheard of. After We were done watching and voting we all said our goodbyes and went to our rooms but now that doesn't mean anyone went to sleep, I could hear feint screams from Robin's room and music blaring from Cindy's. I myself decided sleeping would be a good idea so I dressed in a long silk white night gown and laid underneath the covers, pulling the heavy fabric to my chin; I closed my eyes and counted myself to a peaceful sleep.
