"fuck you." thomas let out a shaky breath, cringing when he felt the warm blood trickle down his hand. I grinned in satisfaction.

"I'm gonna like killing you." I whispered into his ear, making myself shudder in excitement. so busy taking in the pleasure of thomas feeling such fear, I barley noticed my the warm feeling of liquid in my clenched fist. I paused, opening my hand and scoffing upon seeing it. I had clenched my fists so hard that my damn nail caused my to bleed.

I stopped staring and my bloody hand and turned my attention towards Thomas. He was letting out shaky and uneven gasps for air, and if you could listen closely enough you could hear him quietly muttering curse words under his breath. The stench of his own blood made him gag, and honestly? It disgusted me too. His blood combined with my blood did not make for a pleasant smell all at once. I covered my nose with my clean hand and sighed.

"Well then," I said slowly. "-I'm going to get a towel." With that, I left him alone again.

I practically ran to the sink after walking upstairs. My hand that was previously over my nose quickly flew to my mouth before I threw up vomit into the sink.

"Ugh." I made a face. I didn't want to have to clean more than I already had to.

I rubbed my eyes, keeping them closed for a second longer before opening them and turning on the sink. Warm water rushed out, and I let it run for a while until most of the disgusting vomit was down the drain. I put my bloody hand under the water and bit harder than I probably should of on my bottom lip. "Damnit," I hissed.

Finally, the blood seemed to all be gone. I slammed open one of the kitchen cabinets where I kept bandages and crap. I frowned. There were only crappy small ones.

"Whatever." I sighed. Better to patch it up with bad ones than none at all. It took a few bandages to cover all the wounds.

Then I remembered Thomas.

Ah yes, Thomas.