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A heavily revised version of something I posted in a collab, a long time ago. About someone who discovers a very peculiar obsession. Features heavy violence, gore, and self-harm. Not for everyone.

Obsession

It started

with a cut

spanning the back of my thumb.

Taken

by a knife

while cutting celery.

Grumbling,

I reached for a

dusty pack

of Spongebob band-aids

but stopped.

Something else had caught my eye.

Blood.

A crimson pinprick

that

pulsed

as it danced

around the stinging cut.

I watched it,

fascinated,

as more droplets joined it,

eventually trailing down

and falling

into a puddle

on the stained linoleum.

Pulsing.

With life,

with lust,

begging

for me

to take a taste.

With shaking hands,

I held the crimson spring

to open lips

and drank.

Drank the ichor.

Alas,

the well soon went dry,

my skin paler than before.

But I couldn't stop.

I wasn't done.

The feeling was leaving.

No.

The blade was lifted,

a sacrifice made,

a thousand gashes,

bleeding and

biting

and bleeding

and

pulsing.

Pulsing.

I lapped it up like a dog,

relishing the taste.

More.

More.

More.

More.

It stopped coming.

The veins shriveled.

They refused to give me

more.

But the compulsion demanded it.

More.

More.

My eyes flicked to the hall,

and back to the bloody knife.

I stood

shaking

euphoric

and marched.

Into the hall.

Kicked down a door.

More

Her.

A rush of adrenaline.

I dropped the knife

and ripped into her myself.

A flash of red.

Pure, deep crimson.

Red on

pale skin

staining

her perfect flesh.

Again

and again.

I reveled in the feeling.

Nails ripped skin.

Teeth ripped skin.

Both of our blood, mixing together.

Nectar of the gods.

I paused, once the blood stopped coming.

She was now just

a disgusting pile

of bone

and viscera.

No, no.

This wouldn't do.

I wasn't done.

More.

More.

More.

More.

Somewhere

down the hall

a door opened softly.

I licked my lips.

And I dove in again.

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