Oh, Bite me !

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Introduction

Throwing the blood soaked shirt over my shoulder, my silver eyes, scanned the poor delicate victim beneath me with zero percent interest. Just the scent in the room alone had me in bliss, but the torturous screams were even better, shrill squeaks like violins playing to me. Just like nails on a chalk board. Bliss. 

The basement walls around me were echoing the screams aloud, making me shiver at the pleasant feeling rushing through me, my victim was shaking. I think they were called Tyler, not that it matters, he'd be dead soon enough. The lake of blood around him, the pool at which had died the sole of my white shoes red, was glistening and keeping my interests. 

What a beautiful colour, covering my wonderful subject, although I know there's more of it on the inside, oh yes. I saw their empty eyes leak, like their mouth, gargling, drowning in their own blood. I didn't want that, let's clear the airways. 

I flipped the blade in my hand around. Holding it against their neck, they knew what it was, even without eyes, the familiar cold texture silenced them, I didn't like that, I struck through the underside of the jaw, and just hitting the top of his mouth.

My hands drew it down, round through the curve of the jaw to throat. Dragged down the windpipe, the middle of the rib cage, stopping when it became stuck deep in the intestines. Licking my hands clean of the blood spilled on my forearms. A thick bitter sweet taste coated my tongue, locking me in place, frozen from the delicacy that fired up a power and strength within me. 

I knew what I was doing, I knew I had to hurry up, Daddy would be home soon, he doesn't like it when I torture my subjects. I pulled the flesh back, uncomfortable in the sudden silence, this is why I like the screams of terror, they fill up the space.

I snapped through the rib change, being thrown back onto the floor as a silver, blue light shot at me, forcing it's way down my throat like a medicine that you wouldn't want to take. I coughed violently, taking it down and immediately feeling my pulse burst. 

Groaning the slow pain subsided, and my head felt light as I pushed myself to my feet again. I snapped my fingers and the gate at the back of the room opened. Three feral and already well-fed wolves rushed out, collecting the after math of my problems. 

The luckily unconscious and now, as I watch them being torn apart, I think they got off lightly compared to what I usually do. That reminds me, I needed to sneak myself a new chainsaw, I heard the front gate click, and ran out of the basement, and caged up the entrance to the stairs. 

Taking my shoes off, and pretty much every piece of clothing that was soaked now in blood, I put in the separate laundry shoot we had for that part of the washing. I put on my spares and ran upstairs, hearing the bathroom and front door slam shut synchronised. The locks on this door with the keys and case being thrown down. 

I giggled, soul stealing, I love it ...