[The sound of soft, eerie, chilling laughter.]
Ah, to be covered in blood from head to toe . . . watching it ooze onto the floor beneath me . . .
Almost nostalgic.
Except this blood isn't mine.
Mmm . . .
[The sound of a slurping lick.]
My blood tastes better. Especially with hamburgers. ♥
I just hope this doesn't stain, though. My elegant
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