I will cut you down and bleed you dry
She made sure the bitch saw the first hit coming. It wasn’t that Faith was opposed to landing a punch when someone’s back was turned, she just really wanted to enjoy the expression on Jocelyn McCoy’s face when her fist made contact with it. The woman had it coming in a major way, she was all too happy to deliver. Faith rained blows on the brunette, keeping her strength in check to prolong the fun. She’d managed to torture Wesley for hours once upon a time, a thought that wasn’t exactly putting her off now. There was a hatred inside her for this woman that burned brighter than anything she could have imagined, and the satisfaction that came with each hit, each drop of blood, made the killer inside of her sing.
It was glorious. Every bit of it. Faith didn’t even think twice when she brought out the blade. The first cut was the sweetest, always had been, and that didn’t change now. She took her time alternating the pressure of the blade; a shallow cut here, a deeper one there, art. The art of torture. She hadn’t done this since that night, had felt guilt over what had happened with Wes, but she reveled in it now. It wasn’t until the light started fading from those blue eyes that she stopped, readied herself for the killing blow….
That she never followed through with. She felt the sheets shift as Bones cursed, a sleep roughened “Dammit, Jim” as he pulled them back over the two of them. She was in the middle that night. It didn’t happen often, and she had the distinct feeling that it was a precaution they were taking while Jocelyn was on the ship considering that neither of them had left her alone… or within twenty feet of the woman since she’d stepped foot on deck. Faith huffed through grit teeth, pressing into Bones’ side so that the bloodlust would recede. His arm across her chest helped to ease some of the tension out of her, Jim’s arm wrapping around her waist to rest on the other man’s hip. She only hoped that when she found sleep again she’d get to finish what she’d started. It was the only satisfaction she was going to get as far as that bitch was concerned.
It was glorious. Every bit of it. Faith didn’t even think twice when she brought out the blade. The first cut was the sweetest, always had been, and that didn’t change now. She took her time alternating the pressure of the blade; a shallow cut here, a deeper one there, art. The art of torture. She hadn’t done this since that night, had felt guilt over what had happened with Wes, but she reveled in it now. It wasn’t until the light started fading from those blue eyes that she stopped, readied herself for the killing blow….
That she never followed through with. She felt the sheets shift as Bones cursed, a sleep roughened “Dammit, Jim” as he pulled them back over the two of them. She was in the middle that night. It didn’t happen often, and she had the distinct feeling that it was a precaution they were taking while Jocelyn was on the ship considering that neither of them had left her alone… or within twenty feet of the woman since she’d stepped foot on deck. Faith huffed through grit teeth, pressing into Bones’ side so that the bloodlust would recede. His arm across her chest helped to ease some of the tension out of her, Jim’s arm wrapping around her waist to rest on the other man’s hip. She only hoped that when she found sleep again she’d get to finish what she’d started. It was the only satisfaction she was going to get as far as that bitch was concerned.