(Edited by RissaleWriter)
Mutilation: the act of inflicting a violent and disfiguring injury on someone or something. Your personality, someone's love, and a living thing can be mutilated. I took pleasure in mutilating all things that were mentioned, especially when it came to living things.
Her strawberry blonde hair was what caught my eye, lassitude was evident in the way she carried herself. I preferred females who showed exuberance, simply because seeing the light leave their eyes was much more enjoyable. Yet she, Rose, had caught my attention.
Rosalina Parker, her name rolled off my tongue as I followed her home. She carried herself in a slightly eccentric way, one of the reasons I was so intrigued. For such a young girl, she didn't seem to heed attention, and the fact that she lived alone made it so much easier.
As soon as she unlocked her door, I pushed her inside covering her mouth before closing the door with my foot. "Hello, Princess," I whispered into her ear, tenderly. Immediately, she began thrashing around and trying to scream.
Chuckling, I smashed her head against the door, hard enough for her to lose consciousness but not cause any real damage. No, I had to leave that for later. Her body fell into mine, and a small blood trail made its way down the side of her head. As I dragged her into the bathroom, I took my time admiring her pale face. Her tight curls shined, even in the poorly lit room, her luscious lips now chapped and slightly pale. A small smile appeared on my face as I lowered her body into the bathtub.
I began searching for a razor in her cabinets, cutting myself in the process as my hand made contact with its sharp edge. I enjoyed the slight sting and sat next to the tub. Grabbing one of her wrists, I slowly slit it open, enjoying the contrast of her ruby, red blood against her porcelain skin. I licked my lips wanting a taste but thought it would be better if I waited for her to be conscious. Blood always tasted better with fear mixed in.
I smirked in amusement, she would be too weak to fight me once she awoke due to the loss of blood. This was far too easy. A few minutes went by, and she groaned in obvious pain and discomfort. "Good morning, Sunshine," I said, playfully.
Her eyes flew open, and she studied me, alarmed. "Who are you?" she whimpered with terror.
"Why, I'm the last person you'll ever see."
Hearing this sentence, Rosalina made an attempt at standing and finally noticed her still bleeding wrists. "You're insane," she whispered in fear, as I gently lifted her wrist to my mouth.
My tongue dashed out for a taste of her exquisite blood. The metallic taste nearly made a moan escape my mouth. "Not insane, my dears, simply eccentric."
