Oh, how it hurt.
The wretched ache, the god-awful gut-curdling gnaw,
She needed blood - blood to cleanse, blood to heal, blood to take away the ache,
to ease the turmoil within.
It was eating her now, she could feel it...
frantic flashing metal, shaking hands, NO! STOP!
breathing faster, holding the blade, her back against the wall, cold tiles.
She pushed the blade against her skin, watching it pucker before sinking in, crimson rising
instant, the rush of pleasure, watching the blood drip, hypnotised,
now sliding down the wall, the blade tinkling on the tiles - dropped, forgotten.
Warmth coursing through her, satiating, like a drug, high and drunk she softly moaned, closed her eyes to revel in the feeling