The red mess seeped into my pale blue jeans and began to soak my skin; it flowed from the table and dripped from the edge, splattering small drops over the side.
Drip, drip, drip.
I gazed longingly at the warm red matter dribbling down my leg and trickling onto the floorboards, leaving little red droplets. My head was tilted to the side as I watched the red pool gathering at my feet. I was so fascinated by the bright crimson colour that at first I didn't notice the gurgling noise.
My eyes looked up to the object of that lovely red colour. My hand came out and I touched the bouncy curls in front of me, moving them from the pale green eyes that I so desperately wanted to see. The mouth was open slightly and the red was trickling from the lips, coating her plump lips in that bright crimson rosy colour that I was in love with. I lowered my mouth to hers and licked the colour from the corner of her lips, my tongue gently gliding over those soft desirable lips and I couldn't prevent the shiver of pleasure from slipping down my spine. The red stuff was lovely and warm and it coated my tongue with a spicy metallic taste.
"Oh my darling," I whispered into her ear, "you provided me so well but I no longer need you, I loved you so."
I gazed into her dull and vacant eyes and smiled lovingly. I did love her, which was the truth. I loved her whilst I sliced the razors up and down her arms and watched my true love seep from the prison of her body. I loved her as I plunged my knife into her stomach, into her back and finally slicing across her long pale neck.
I loved her whilst I bathed my fingers and tongue in her warm red sticky stuff and smeared it on my lips, my cheeks, and my chin. I loved her as I sat with my eyes closed and listened to the music of her screams pulsate within me.
Two days I had had with her; two special days of her releasing her prisoner to me. I had stroked and caressed my true loves prison as I coaxed my love out of her. My true love, my warm, red true love, left her mark on my body, leaving me with red fingertips and now dyeing my pale skin pink as it pooled all around me and the table.
As the red substance cooled and became congealed I felt the small tears released from my eyes and I knew it was time to collect my next one. I knew that it was time to go and get my loves next prison.
I had found her already; I knew where she lay in waiting for me to save her. The woman that was her prison had black hair and eyes so dark that they looked as black as night and I knew this was an attempt to confuse me.
I rose from the position I was in and looked down at the lifeless body in front of me. I felt my heart stutter in my chest as I realised that I was alone again and I would have to wait a day or two until I was reunited with my true love. I stroked my fingers down the bare skin, painting swirls in the sticky blood and smiled. It won't be long before I see her again, once I had removed the current empty prison from the table I could go hunting for her.