He told one he loved them best. Then buried them with the rest.
I sat alone in my cage, curled in ball I hadn't eaten in 24 hours and I was starving. I heard the door open and my captor appear, he was young, but older than me, blonde hair, striking blue eyes, why him?. "Blood is love" I heard him say, before opening my cage, dragging me out to the table in the middle, where he goes me down by the brown-leather straps. He grabbed his tools, picking the old fashioned shaving razor.
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He lifted up my shirt, exposing my torso, I inhaled sharply, letting out a whimper, he pushed the razor down, letting my blood run down making it's own pool, he made three more straight, clean cuts, he seemed pleased with himself, he cleaned up the wounds, making sure I didn't lose too much blood, "Blood is love" he said before forcing his lips onto my own, I stayed still, holding my tears in. Don't let him see your weaknesses. He tucked me into bed, stroking my hair, "So pretty" I heard him say, he stayed, he stayed until I fell asleep.
I just wanted pizza, I just wanted to sleep in my own bed, I just wanted to shower, I didn't want to be here anymore. Blood is love he said, and then I knew what he meant, he showed his love by blood, and that's more fucked up than I thought. . . . .
