I
step over the body on the floor and pour another bucket of boiling water into
the pedestal tub. Swirling my hand, I mix the cold and hot water until it is
the same temperature as blood. It did take more humans than I thought it would
to give the water the crimson color I was going for. Now with a weaker scent
and thinner consistency, it is close enough to the real thing to make my throat
burn.
Getting into the hardened pottery tub, I
sink into the deep red mixture. Sliding down, I submerge myself and open my
eyes. Dark and smooth, it caresses my body, wrapping it in unimaginable pleasure.
I lie, covered by the bloody mixture, until it becomes uncomfortable to hold my
breath. Rising out of the water, I let the crimson stream over my skin and drip
from my hair. Looking around the room at the bodies scattered on the floor, I
smile. Happy birthday to me.
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