Color of Your Blood

Blood dripped from my fingers to the black square tiles.
Drip
Pretty... I pressed my fingers to my lips..tastes bitter. How can something so beautiful taste so..bad.
I looked down to the guy strapped down to the operating table.
Damn he had blood everywhere. I rolled my eyes and pulled an earphone out of my ear.
"Sooo annoying!" I pinched his cheeks together.
"Please stop" he sobbed as more and more tears rolled down his cheek.
"Umm want me to end your life already?" I got a scalpel and pressed it against his throat.
He flinched stayed quiet for a second.
"Please, release me. I can't die.." more tears.